The once-majestic estate now bore the scars of our incursion, a fitting metaphor for Klaus's crumbling empire.
Fergus and Regan approached me, their faces grim but determined. Fergus was the first to speak. "The victims have all been taken to the hospital. They're shaken, but they're in safe hands now."
I nodded, relief mingling with the lingering anger in my chest. These women deserved more than safety—they deserved justice. Turning to Simon Vikings, one of the senior Mafia Lords who had been a critical ally in this operation, I gave him a direct order.
"Make sure Klaus and Peter don't escape. I want them alive but locked down. Bring them to the underground hotel by midnight, and make sure every other Mafia Lord is there too. No excuses."
Simon nodded sharply, his eyes glinting with understanding. "Consider it done, Magnus. They won't leave their cells unless it's to meet you."
