Chapter 63

Alejandro's Point of View

I was in the middle of my weekly dinner with my mother, step-father, and half-brothers when the call came. As always, my parents didn't speak whilst they ate. The atmosphere was tense. Even Tristan remained silent, with no quips coming from his lips.

Dominique had a new project he was working on and things were becoming tenser by the day. Mother had made roast beef with rice, sweet pumpkin, green beans, and a salad. A splendid dinner. One I would normally devour within seconds.

But the moment Isa's distressed voice blinked into existence through my phone, I choked on my rice and beef. Let some of the chewed food in my mouth spray onto the table.

"Come outside. There has been another shootout."

The call dropped. I sagged into my chair and pushed the full plate away from me. My mother's eyebrow twitched up. Dominique continued chewing. Neither Tristan nor Roberto stirred from their food. They were gluttons from birth. Would never give up a meal.

"What's w