Chapter 37

• ARMANDO
• I strode into the house with my men behind me, each step deliberate, every move sending a message of who owned this place—and that wasn’t just a figure of speech. The others stayed outside, taking their positions at every entry point, covering each corner of the house the way they were trained to.
• Inside, I shrugged off my hat and then my coat, passing both to one of the men who’d followed me in. He moved fast, hanging them on the coat stand without a sound.