The house felt different the moment we walked in. Not tense. Not on alert. Just… ours again. Sara unpacked slowly, touching things like she was reminding herself they were real. Gabe ran straight to his room, yelling about how he missed his bed. Even the air felt familiar, the quiet hum of the AC, the faint smell of lemon cleaner, the creak in the hallway floorboards. Home.Abuela was settled back at her place with her nurse and guards posted around the property. Matteo and I had checked everything twice before leaving her. She hated the extra security, but she didn’t argue. Not after everything Juan pulled. Wolf, Kat, and their 3 kids were staying the night, but they’d be gone in the morning. The boys needed to get back to school, and Wolf had to check on the club. Prez duties didn’t wait, even for family emergencies.I stood in my office, staring at the map spread across the table, Juan’s network, his routes, his contacts, the mess he’d built here in the States. Matteo leaned agains
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