The black Mercedes Benz slowed to a crawl as the massive gates of the Cingarette estate creaked open.

Aaron sat in the back seat beside Lucas, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the sprawling villa beyond the iron bars.

For him, every step closer to Giovanni Cingarette’s estate felt like they were walking willingly into the serpent’s den, but Aaron had long stopped flinching at danger.

He wasn’t here for games… he was here for his father.

And once he got his father out of jail, his next ...