THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.The opulent music room of the Griffo estate was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun as Rain gently walked through the ornate double doors, her mind still reeling from the terrifying pictures Max had displayed, fresh in her memory. As she neared the grand piano in the middle of the music room, Rain's eyes opened wide when she saw Vincenzo, skillfully playing the keys with his fingers. Rain heart started beating fast, she turned around and was about to leave the room. She was scared of what Vincenzo would do if she disturbed his piano session.Vincenzo's brow furrowed slightly as he caught sight of Rain. A devious plan came into his mind at this very moment. He intend on making Rain’s every moment in the Griffo’s house a living hell. His expression suddenly turned neutral, as he look at the woman. "Rain, Come on in." Vincenzo's gaze stayed on her, his fingers still moving effortlessly across the piano. "Rain," he called with a weirdly voice soft before gest

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.As they rolled up to the Griffo Foundation estate, Rain felt a surge of nerves. The place was massive, with fancy-dressed guests and Griffo family members milling about. She glanced nervously at Vincenzo."Remember, you're a Griffo now, so hold your head high," he murmured, giving her back a gentle push as he guided her inside. He needed to play the role of a loving husband while in public. He knew he couldn’t be his usual cold and distant self right now.After walking through the impressive entrance hall, Rain couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. People were gazing and murmuring no matter where she turned her head. On the contrary, Vincenzo appeared very comfortable, effortlessly introducing her to various important individuals. The main reason for the foundation that eased her anxiety was the orphan children. Rain put effort into smiling and engaging in small conversations, but she felt overwhelmed by the intense scrutiny. Drifting off, she felt h

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.Vanekan leaned back in his chair, a proud grin spreading across his face as Max sauntered into the study. "Well, well, your plan turned out to be a real stroke of genius, uncle," Max said, shaking his head in disbelief.Vanekan chuckled, the gleam in his eyes unmistakable. "I knew you'd appreciate the elegance of it, my boy." Max plopped down in the chair across from him, curiosity etched on his features. "But how'd you convince that caretaker to play her part? She had to know she was walking to her death, right?"Vanekan leaned forward, a cunning smile on his lips. "Ah, I just told her Vincenzo would have her detained, and that I'd get her out. Assured her Vincenzo would never dare kill someone in public, not with all those eyes watching."Max's brows shot up. "And she bought that?"Vanekan puffed out his chest, radiating smugness. "Of course she did. You see I know my nephews better than they know themselves. I knew Vincenzo would react exactly how I expected

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.The assault continued for five minutes straight as Enzo relentlessly assaulted Pedro continuously. Pedro screamed painfully. He tried pleading but all screams fell on deaf ears as Enzo knocked a tooth out of his mouth.Marco watched, his expression remained stagnant, until he finally raised a hand, signaling Enzo to stop"Stop," he stated, his voice calm yet authoritative. He redirected his focus to Pedro, who was now struggling to breathe, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I'm not convinced that you are the person in charge of this operation, Mr. Gonzalo. You and the caretaker were merely the supplier, weren't you?”Pedro's eyes grew wider, and he started speaking rapidly in Spanish once more, his voice filled with desperation. Marco's grin grew larger, and he replied in a similar manner, his words effortlessly flowing. “Do not try to deceive me, I am aware of your connection to the Mexican gang, but I am also aware that you are not the one in

The line of black Jeeps rumbled through the streets of Bonita Hills, their tinted windows concealing the armed Griffo men within. Enzo leaned in, his voice low as he relayed the information he had gathered on the Mexican cartel."They are known as the “Los Reyes del Nort, Their leader is a man named Miguel 'El Jefe' Reyes and his wife, Isabella 'La Reina'," Enzo said, his brow furrowed. "They have two children, though one, Alejandro 'El Tigre', recently passed away."Marco asked with a puzzled look. "What was the cause of his death?”“We don't know. All we know is that the funeral is being held today at Saint Georgia’s church. A church owned by Miguel himself.” Enzo said as he scrolled through the pieces of information on his tablet.Marco and Enzo were directed by Vincenzo to investigate Pedro’s death and who the off-taker of the kids he and Cecil, the dead orphanage caretaker, were working on.Marco nodded, his expression grave “And what is the cartel's primary business?""Drug traf