**Mateo

It was the dark of the night, and the men and I were all assembled at the outskirts of Marco’s territory. He didn’t have a lot of it, so surrounding the area closest to the mansion was easy.

Too easy.

“Watch your back,” Armando said as though reading my mind.

Truer words were never spoken. As we approached the mansion slowly under cover of darkness, we could all see that there were no guards. Not one.

“They’re behind us,” ...