Diego's POV

I parked my Range Rover in front of the Cruz gate and got down. I strode inside the gate, heading for the front door.

When I reached the door, two burly men stopped me, their hands hovering around the guns in their pants holsters.

“Don't touch me and there won't be bloodshed here,” I said. “I'm here to see Juan.”

They exchanged glances and one of the men went inside. After a few seconds, he came out with Juan following behind.

I strode into the living room and sat ...