Daniel's POV
The cars pulls to a stop in front of Kyle's mansion. My men are out in seconds, surrounding the gates. Lucas opens my door with practiced ease, and I step onto the driveway, my eyes fixed on the house. It stands tall, silent, guarded too heavily for a man with nothing to hide.
I want to see what my dear brother-in-law is protecting so desperately.
Lucas signals my guards forward. Kyle's men rush to block the entrance, but they don't last long—tied, disarmed, and thrown aside before they can even draw breath. I watch without emotion. I despise violence, but sometimes it's the only path left.
Inside, the house feels cold and hollow. A single maid stands trembling, her head bowed. I sink into the sofa, the weight of travel pressing against me. My voice drops to a calm whisper.
"Lucas. I'm in no mood for theatrics. I want the truth."
He nods and turns to the maid. "We're not here to harm you. Just tell us—what has Mr. Kyle been hiding, and why so many guards?"
