Nico
The moment my car rolled past the black iron gates of the mansion, I already knew something was wrong.
Not because of the guards.
Blade's estate was always crawling with armed men. Men dressed in tailored black suits with guns strapped beneath expensive jackets pretending they were civilized businessmen instead of cartel dogs waiting for blood to spill.
No.
What bothered me was the way they looked at my convoy.
Too alert.
Too tense.
The headlights of the classic black Rolls Royce cut across the massive driveway as my entourage followed closely behind in two separate vehicles. Every single man that came with me was armed. Rifles. Handguns. Knives hidden beneath jackets.
Nobody came to Blade's territory defenseless.
Especially not now.
The Mivite announcement had every cartel in the underground world moving strangely. Alliances were shifting too quickly. Greed was growing faster than loyalty.
The car finally came to a stop directly in front of the mansion steps.
