Amber's POV. Shit. He wasn’t old like they said. I didn’t just see his face—his hands were covered in tattoos, crawling up his skin like twisted stories. Around him stood heavily scarred men dressed in black, each one silent and armed, their guns tucked close to their bodies. Tattoos snaked along their arms and necks too, marking them like a clan of shadows. They didn’t flinch or move—not even blink. It was like they’d been trained to freeze in place, only reacting to a whistle… like beasts on command. I stared hard through the blur of tears and fear. No wrinkles. No sagging skin. His hair was slicked back, black as ink. Maybe late thirties? Early forties? Definitely younger than my father. But his presence—God—it felt heavier than age. I felt his hand move again. Rough fingers brushed along my cheekbone, trailing slow down my face. I flinched, twisted my head, tried to shove him off with my shoulder. His grip snapped back. Iron fingers gripped my jaw, holding me
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