Chapter 36

• Joaquin’s POV
• The heavy mahogany doors of the master living room clicked shut, muffling the chaotic sounds of the outside world. Upstairs, the tension finally drained out of Roxanne’s exhausted body, her heavy breathing evening out as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped safely in my bed.
• Downstairs, the atmosphere was a stark contrast. I stood in the center of the spacious living room with Janus and Javier, all three of us staring silently at the massive, reinforced steel vault embedded in the far wall—the very vault holding the syndicate ledger that had caused so much bloodshed.