Seat of Power

***Kaelen***

Rocco and I strode through the heavy double doors of the conference room, our steps echoing like a war drum. Silas and Vinnie flanked us, close behind. Every pair of eyes in the room snapped to us, the air growing thicker with tension.

I glanced at Rocco. He met my gaze, arching a brow with that trademark smirk of his. We both knew the weight of the moment.

My eyes landed on Grandpa.