Silent Calls

The night air was thick with smoke and tension. The moon, pale and watchful, hung low over the quiet stretch of road that led toward Ares Langford’s mansion. Shadows moved fast—black cars, no headlights, only the glint of metal and the whisper of wheels cutting through gravel.

“Boss, you sure about this?” one of the men asked from the back seat, his voice low, anxious.

Ethan didn’t answer immediately. His hands rested tight around the steering wheel, his jaw flexing as ...