Through the narrow crack in the closet door, Vincent saw the bedroom lights come on.
Measures.
It’s not up to you.
It’s not his wife’s.
There was another person inside his house.
Elena leaned so far forward that he could feel her breath.
“They think you’re still traveling,” she whispered.
“If they hear you, you will not leave this room.”
A drawer slid open.
The metal emitted a slight click.
It was only then that Vincent understood.
The most dangerous moment of his life did not take place in the street.
He was just centimeters away, inside his own house.
Vicente Torino ruled the city with a reputation forged in blood and silence.
For 30 years, he built an empire where respect was the norm and loyalty, a life insurance policy.
His enemies knew it was best not to enter his territory.
