Chapter 50: The New Enemy
The farmhouse door was still open when we stepped inside. The smell of cold flan and dying embers hung in the air, but the quiet was wrong. Too thick. Too heavy. Bella was already downstairs in the living room, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the front door like she expected it to explode.
She saw me first.
“You’re back,” she said. Voice steady, but her eyes were wide. “He’s gone. Dragomir’s gone. But the note…”
She pointed to the coffee table.
A single sheet of paper sat there. White. Clean. One line typed in black.
You killed the father. Now you deal with the son.
No signature. No threat. Just those words.
I picked it up. The paper was still warm. Someone had been here minutes ago.
Marcus was already sweeping the room, g*n out. Rico checked the
