After Brandon left the cabin, I surveyed the room.

Nothing remarkable.

When I opened the door to step out, I found guards posted outside.

Suppressing my irritation, I asked, "Are you Vincenzo's men or Brandon's?"

No answer.

But the moment I tried to take a step forward, they'd block my way.

******

Meanwhile, Derek sat there stone-faced, not even touching his plates, despite Vincenzo piling food in his dishes.

His patience was thin to begin ...