Chapter 8 Entering The Estate

• (Leonardo POV)
• The car rolled up the drive, tires whispering over wet stone. My house rose from the darkness like a pale monument, marble walls catching what little moonlight broke through the storm clouds. Some called it a mansion. To me, it was a fortress built from other men's failures.
• Gun ports were carved into decorative arches. Guards stood silent at the entrance, black coats pressed tight against the rain, eyes scanning every shadow that moved. Men who had killed for me and would kill again without question.