Lily paced the floor of her room, her anxiety growing with every passing minute. It had been hours since the brothers had left, and the night had slowly given way to the early morning light. She had changed out of her dinner gown and into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, but the comfort of her clothes did little to ease the storm of worry brewing inside her.
Every time she glanced at the clock, her heart tightened. She had replayed the events of the evening in her mind countless times—the ambush, the gunshots, and the sight of armed men surrounding the mansion. It was all so surreal, so terrifying. The brothers had told her everything would be fine, but with each hour that passed, the knot in her stomach grew tighter.
Leo and Dave stayed with her the entire time, doing the
