The grand hall of the Martinez estate was filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere. The opulent space, with its towering columns and lavish decor, seemed to hold its breath as Neer sat nervously across from the Martinez brothers and their formidable father, Alzandro. Beside him, Nevaeh's hand was tucked reassuringly into his.
Alzandro, the patriarch, sat at the head of the table with a stern expression, flanked by his sons: Vincent, Rafael, David, Riccardo, Lucian, Livio, and Valerius. Each brother had their own unique blend of seriousness and amusement, with Vincent’s gaze particularly piercing.
Neer cleared his throat, trying to quell the nerves that had settled in his stomach. “Thank you all for agreeing to meet with me,” he began, his voice steady despite the pressure. “I wanted
