Anthony turned back, his brows slightly furrowed as he shook his head at Carlos.
A silent message: I'm fine. Don't make John angry.
Ella had no clue what kind of wordless exchange was happening between them, nor could she understand why Carlos looked so tense.
"Grandpa, where are they taking Anthony?" she asked.
John chuckled, patting the back of her hand. "Nothing serious. Eat first."
Carlos' fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. His heavy breathing betrayed the fury simmering inside him.
John was always like this—controlling everything.
Anthony was his man, yet John always had the final say, treating those around him like disposable pieces on a chessboard.
From George in the past to Anthony now—it was always the same.
These men had risked their lives to protect him, an
