Azalea

He led me outside. Four bodyguards dressed in black were waiting for us.

“Good evening, sir,” they all said, bowing their heads.

Adriano helped me into the car, then got in beside me. Through the window, I watched in horror as the bodyguards poured gasoline all over the house.

Within seconds, flames shot up into the sky. The house was burning as we drove away, destroying all evidence of what had happened.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my ...