Lucian’s POV;“Master, we’re here,” my driver announced. The crunching sound of the gravel beneath the tires filling the air as he maneuvered into the small compound. The air was thick with anticipation, and the late afternoon sun casted a warm golden hue over the scene, illuminating the edges of the weather-beaten walls that surrounded us. As we arrived, the first car in front of us—brimming with my ever-watchful bodyguards—came to a halt, and soon the car behind us, too, with another set of bodyguards, followed suit. Their powerful silhouettes casting long shadows across the driveway. I glanced out the window, taking in the mundane surroundings in front of me, the compound had an air of quiet dignity. The small bungalow, centered in the middle, was something you’d expect from a middle-class family. With ivy climbing the stone walls and a few well-tended plants bravely and defiantly blooming amidst the rugged façade. It seemed almost at odds with the swarm of muscular men that emer
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