Michele’s POVThe house finally fell quiet again.Not peaceful but quiet. The kind of silence that comes only after chaos has been forced into submission. My men had swept the grounds twice, the perimeter locked down tighter than before, yet something still felt wrong. The air itself carried a tension I couldn’t shake.I stood by the window in my office, watching the stretch of lawn lit by floodlights. Beyond the gates, the world looked calm, too calm. The intruder hadn’t made it far; they never do. The body had already been removed by the time I came down, but the image of it lingered anyway. A man in dark clothes, face half-covered, gun still warm in his hand. One of mine had taken him down before he could clear the wall.But he wasn’t alone.The cameras caught three more shadows slipping into the trees, vanishing before my men could reach them. That bothered me. No one got that close to my house without help. Someone had mapped our blind spots, learned our patterns, known the exact
Last Updated : 2025-10-15
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