Vanekan stood by the hotel room window, staring out at the sprawling cityscape of Madrid. The city pulsed with life, but his mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts. Max was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, nervously tapping his foot."Uncle, what's our next move?" Max finally broke the silence.Vanekan turned, his eyes sharp with determination. "We need to assess the situation first. Giovanni will have the details. Stay alert and follow my lead."Max nodded, trying to hide his anxiety. "This is crazy, what the hell does Vincenzo expect from us here in Spain."Vanekan felt irritated with Max's questions "It doesn’t matter just stick with me. This is just another job." Vanekan knew Max had next to zero experience with the dealings and operations of the Griffo family. He was never allowed to join the family business because he was an illegitimate son of Vincenzo’s father.A knock on the door interrupted them. Vanekan opened it to find Giovanni standing there, a grim expression o

The old warehouse on the outskirts of town was the chosen meeting place. Vincenzo, Marco, Enzo, and their men, were waiting for Miguel. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of dust and gasoline. Enzo glanced at his men, then at the entrance, where Miguel and his Mexican gangmen were just arriving.Miguel stepped forward, flanked by his lieutenants. “Vincenzo,” he greeted curtly.“Miguel,” Vincenzo replied, matching his tone. “We need to talk.”Miguel said with a sad demeanor. “Talking is why we’re here, isn’t it?”Enzo folded his arms. “You know what we want. Luna. Safe and unharmed.”Miguel’s eyes narrowed. “And you know what we want. Ten billion dollars.”Vincenzo shook his head. “That’s not going to happen, Miguel. You’re in no position to demand that kind of money.”Miguel said in a harsh tone. “You think you’re in control here, Vincenzo? Think again.”Marco stepped forward. “We could just take you out right now and be done with it.”Miguel’s second-in-command,

Raul walked back and forth in the poorly lit room, his thoughts quickly flowing through the day's happenings. The headquarters of the Mexican gang was a complex network of corridors and rooms buzzing with constant activity. He finally mustered up the bravery to walk up to Kim, who was sitting behind a sizable wooden desk, leisurely enjoying a glass of whiskey. "Kim," Raul started, his voice steady but his heart pounding. "I need to tell you what happened at the negotiation warehouse."Kim looked up, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Go on."Raul took a deep breath. "Miguel almost betrayed you. He was going to tell the Griffos everything. But I stopped him."Kim leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You did well, Raul. Very well."Raul's chest swelled with a mix of pride and relief. "Thank you, Kim. I did what I had to."Kim set his glass down and stood up, walking around the desk to face Raul directly. "From this moment on, you are the leader of the Mexican ga

Back to the Present Time At the east side of the city, Enzo and his men stormed into the warehouse where Luna and Nathan were being kept. Their weapons are drawn and their eyes sharp. This was happening simultaneously with the money exchange between Vincenzo, Marco, and Raul."Cover me!" Enzo shouted, ducking behind a stack of wooden crates. His men spread out, returning fire with precision.One of his men crouched beside him and nodded. "We've got to move fast, sir. Mrs. Luna and Nathan are in the back room."Enzo reloaded his pistol, his face set in determination. "Let's go!"They progressed systematically, eliminating the guards blocking their path. Enzo was familiar with the layout of the warehouse despite its maze-like narrow corridors and shadowy corners. He had devoted hours to studying it, carefully planning every aspect of the rescue. "Sir, on your left!" One of Enzo's men warned him, firing at a guard who had emerged from a side door.Enzo spun, his shot finding its mark.

The Griffo mansion's large living room was filled with the family, the air still heavy with tension after the recent events. Vincenzo was seated in an armchair, his face lit up by the cozy fireplace's warm radiance. Luna, Nathan, Rain, Enzo, and Marco surrounded him with expressions reflecting a blend of curiosity and worry. They knew they had to discuss the next move against the Mexican gang.Luna stared at him closely. "Vincenzo, who exactly is Raul?" Vincenzo inhaled deeply. Raul didn't start as a criminal mastermind. Raul Alvarez, I believe his name was. He was born in a small Mexican town. His family lived in a small, dilapidated house due to their lack of wealth. His father was employed as a laborer, earning just enough income to provide food for the family. Raul was left responsible for his younger siblings after his mother passed away in his youth. Enzo frowned. "So, he had a tough childhood. But that doesn’t explain why he became who he is."Vincenzo gave a nod. "Correct."