Freddy’s POV

Blood on the marble floor. Two of my men, men I had once trusted, dead at my feet.

A betrayal from within. It wasn’t an attack from the outside. This was inside my own walls.

This was personal. And I wasn’t about to let it go unanswered within minutes, my mansion became a fortress.

My men moved like a well-trained machine, locking every entrance, sweeping the hallways, checking security footage no one was getting out. Not until I had answers.

Desmond and Kyle stood in my office, tension thick in the air. Aliana sat on the edge of my desk, gun still clutched in her hand.

Her posture...