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Chapter 27
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2025-06-27 23:30:54Aristide
We moved fast.
Father ordered the car pulled around back. Enzo and I dragged the man off the porch… he was conscious now, barely, groaning through split lips and blood-streaked eyes. Someone had roughed him up before we even touched him. That worried me more than it reassured me.
Whoever sent him didn’t care if he made it in one piece. They just wanted us to know they were watching.
I shoved him into the back of the armored SUV and climbed in after him. Enzo got behind the wheel, and my father took the passenger seat. Before we left, I made sure Elena, Bella, and Mabel were secured inside the safehouse, with two armed men stationed at every door and another team patrolling the perimeter. Mabel had that look she got when she was one second from chaining Bella to a chair, and Elena was already barking orders at the security team. They were safe. For now.
The silence between us was taut, dangerous. We drove.
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