Her whisper was barely a breath.
“3 men.
Armed.
They’ve been here for 20 minutes, waiting for you to come home.”
Vincent’s mind raced through possibilities.
His security team should have detected any breach.
His surveillance system covered every angle of the property.
The fact that these intruders had bypassed everything meant only one thing.
Someone on the inside had given them the keys to his kingdom.
The bedroom door opened wider.
Footsteps approached the closet.
Elena pressed Vincent deeper into the shadows, her body shielding him as expensive fabric rustled around them.
Then a voice cut through the silence.
Cold.
Familiar.
“Check every room again.
He should have been here by now.”
Vincent’s blood turned to ice.
That voice belonged to his nephew, Marcus.
The boy Vincent had raised after his brother’s death.
