AUTHOR’S POV

Don Pedro and Franco were still deep in conversation on the balcony of the beach house, they had been there for about an hour or more.

They were laughing heartily and puffing smoke when trouble came knocking.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a guard’s heavy footsteps. The guard rushed toward them, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Sir! Sir, you need to come quickly—there’s trouble in the back!”

Pedro’s eyes flashed, and he straightened instantly, throwing his blunt away. “What sort of trouble?” he barked, turning to Franco.

The guard, panting, reported, “Tessa… Miss Tessa has jumped into the water at the back of the house. She’s…...