Allison's POV

As if puppeteered by some unseen forces, Rico dropped the mattress, saying nothing. With not even a glance at me, he walked out of the room, almost mechanically, like a robot that had received a command.

I turned to the glass walls, watching as Filipe Vargas dropped down from the helicopter, his men gathering around him like well-trained flies, following fast after his heels.

What was the bastard doing here? Though Filipe wasn't a Mafia man, he was a ruthless drug baron, and he ...