And Maximilian…
Maximilian slowly lifted his gaze toward the helicopter hovering overhead, icy wind whipping against his face as the rotors thundered above them.
His blue eyes darkened.
Because he already knew.
This was not law enforcement.
This was pressure.
The moment they were released, Maximilian immediately retrieved his weapons from the ground. Around him, the Preston brothers were still furious and shaken, voices overlapping as they demanded answers and planned what to do next.
But Maximilian's mind had already moved ahead.
"This place isn't safe," he said sharply. "Get in the trucks. Now."
Something in his tone cut through the chaos instantly.
No one argued.
Within minutes, they were driving back toward the Preston compound through the darkening mountain roads.
Only after the convoy started moving did Maximilian pull out his phone and call Sebastian.
"Are the girls safe?" he asked immediately.
