STEVE POV
The engine of my car hummed low, a sound that felt like an anchor to my thoughts as I watched the mansion’s front gate from a discreet distance. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, fingers drumming against it with restless energy.
Val had told me they’d make their move today—Maria and her precious twin watchdogs. She’d sounded calm on the phone last night, a little too calm. That girl had always been a nervous wreck, and suddenly, she was steady as a rock? It didn’t sit right with me.
When the gate finally opened and two cars rolled out, I leaned forward, squinting through the windshield. Val was in the passenger seat of the first car. Good. That meant Maria was driving. My pulse quickened as I spotted the twins climbing into the second car, their body language too re
