The night was calm at the Gold estate. Guards carried out their shifts as usual, patrolling the gates, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Nothing seemed out of place.
Inside, Catarina—now cleaned up, dressed, and lying in the master bedroom—played her part as Elena. She forced herself to stay calm, knowing that her survival depended on this deception. If she failed, she was dead.
Out in the shadows, five men dressed in black were already on the move. They scaled the fence silently, slipping over like predators in the night.
Outside the walls, others positioned themselves at strategic corners, covering escape routes. A black van sat parked not too far from the estate—the getaway vehicle.
Two men moved deeper inside the estate. One of them was Il Lupo. Their eyes were sharp
