The iron gates creaked open as the sleek black car pulled into the estate along with his convoy, the headlights cutting sharp beams across the long stretch of manicured driveway.

Amira’s hands clenched tighter in her lap, nails biting into her palms. The mansion loomed ahead, a shadow carved into the night, its towering pillars lit by a dozen golden lamps. It was elegant, ostentatious… intimidating, just like the man beside her.

Montez didn’t spare her a ...