Doubts

THE NEXT DAY.

"I had expected them to react, given what happened in Russia, but I didn't anticipate it to be this soon," Lucian remarked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern. He walked into his office, accompanied by Drake and Enzo.

Enzo voiced his unease, questioning the timing and the manner in which they were targeted.

"Something doesn't feel right. Even if they were planning an attack, it can't be this soon. Besides, only our families know about your mansion. How did they manage to track us there?." he pondered aloud as they stepped further into the office.

"Exactly my thoughts, Enzo. I think there is still a rat among us." Lucian said, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, the smoke curling around him in a cloud of contemplation.

Enzo's frustration grew, and he couldn't help but let his anger slip out. "Who else could it be if not Ava!" he growled, his voice filled with bitterness. Lucian