A Desperate Proposition

The heavy iron gates were pushed open, revealing the villa. Guards surrounded it from all sides.

The cars rolled to a stop. Arturo stepped out first, scanning the surroundings, his hand instinctively brushing against the side of his jacket where his gun rested.

Diego Vargas came out, waiting at the foot of his villa, hands clasped behind his back.

Massimo stepped out of the car. His expression was