Fernando’s POVThe door closed behind Mortis with a dull, final sound.It wasn’t loud, yet it echoed heavily. Across from me, Emilio sat perfectly still, his fingers laced together, his gaze sharp and assessing. Marlo leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting on his knee.“We need to assume Santiago is already looking,” I said finally.My voice sounded steady, even to me, but beneath it, something coiled tight and angry twisted in my chest. Don Santiago was not the type of man who waited for certainty. Suspicion alone was enough for him to begin cutting throats.“If he suspects anything,” I continued, straightening slowly, “he won’t wait for an invitation.”Emilio inclined his head. “Agreed.”Marlo’s mouth curved into a humorless smile. “He never does.”Mortis had already left, moving through the compound, barking orders to Fernando’s men who were free.“The location is secure,” Emilio said, leaning forward now. His voice was low and controlled. “No digital signals leaving the c
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