Chapter 90

• LIAM
• The last time I was in this mansion, I still had my shit together. Everything was meticulously controlled—no loose ends, no distractions. Carlos Martínez, the puppet master of New York's cartel circles, was the one who orchestrated these gatherings. He was the only man capable of bringing together the ring leaders of every cartel in the city and maintaining order. Without him, these meetings would've devolved into chaos. He commanded respect, fear, and loyalty in a way few could. But now, as I stood here, staring at the grandiose décor of Carlos's mansion, I couldn't shake the unease in my gut.
• I didn't know why I was called here again, but whatever they wanted this time, it was bad timing. I had a million things to handle—my empire in ruins, a business to rebuild, and the lingering mystery of Marie's disappearance. Every second I spent here was another second lost in finding whoever was with her that night. But I had to play the game. You don't ignore a summons from Carlos Martínez.