Chapter 65

• The road curved through acres of dark forest before opening into a vast, secluded estate, a mansion built like a fortress, wrapped in the perfume of rain-soaked flowers and heavily guarded with men and lots of security cameras.
• Matteo’s convoy slowed as they approached the tall iron gates. The guards standing at the entrance moved like shadows, rifles gleaming faintly under the dim security lights.
• The gate opened with a mechanical groan, and the cars rolled inside. Matteo stepped out first, his black shoes splashing against the wet pavement;