A fortress that embodied everything he is. The Don, the drug lord, the man who holds the market in the palm of his hand and the place gives off that exact vibe. No longer just a man in the shadows, but a man with an entire military base behind him, a house that can only be destroyed if it is bombed.
A place that was rebuilt wilt blood and form blood and it was truly something else.
The gate had been replaced with the same massive one that stood at the beginning of the neighborhood, and if that wasn't enough, in front of it were the bollards. And that was just the first gate, because it was a double gate, and the second gate had the same setup.
Not just that, but massive rods with cameras overlooked everything, and James noticed the windows had something on them.
"Are those shatters?"
"Bulletproof. Once they're active, they go down—not just on the windows, but on the doors too," Hector explained, waiting for this moment, like it was a gift for James.
