As the estate came into view, Jaden let out a breath he’d been holding for what felt like hours. The massive iron gates loomed ahead, floodlights cutting sharp angles across the manicured lawn.

“Y-yes, right there. Stop right there,” he rasped.

The young woman, still pale, knuckles white on the wheel, glanced at him, then up at the towering gates. “Are you sure this is your friend’s place?”

Jaden opened his mouth to answer, but a sharp car horn blared behind them.

He twisted in the seat. A black SUV had pulled up close, headlights glaring. The driver’s door opened, and Damon stepped out, Leonardo right behind him, both men...