Carlino’s POVThe gates of Kailen’s estate rose ahead of us like the entrance to a fortress. Black iron. Reinforced concrete walls. Armed guards posted along the perimeter towers.A kingdom built on fear.Engines died behind me as our convoy rolled to a stop in the tree line. My men stepped out almost instantly, weapons already in their hands. The cold air carried the faint scent of wet soil and gun oil.I adjusted the cuff of my black suit. Taking off my blazer, I rolled the sleeves of my shirt. “Positions,” I said calmly.No shouting. No chaos.Just obedience.Men moved through the trees like shadows. Rifles raised. Scopes settling.Beside me, Niel chambered a round into his pistol with a quiet click.Matteo stood on my other side, scanning the estate walls through binoculars.“Four at the main gate,” he murmured. “Two on the tower.”I didn’t respond. My eyes were already fixed on the guards. For a moment, everything held still. Then—“Now,” I ordered.Gunfire shattered the quiet.S
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