Antonio sat in his study late into the night, the glow of a lamp casting shadows across the walls. His face was hard, his jaw clenched as he stared at the map spread before him...a detailed layout of the surrounding regions, marked with towns and villages.
His frustration had reached its peak. For weeks, his men had returned empty-handed, unable to trace even a whisper of Diana and Alejandro's whereabouts. The Castillos were growing restless, and Antonio's grip on their trust was beginning to slip.
"It's taking too long," he muttered to himself, slamming his fist onto the table. His knuckles ached, but he ignored the pain. I need them found. No, he corrected himself...I need him gone.
A knock at the door interrupted his dark thoughts. "Enter," Antonio barked.
One of his trusted men stepped inside, his face impassive but curious about the summons. "Sir?"
