The roar of Damian's car echoed through the estate as he pulled into the driveway, leaping out before the engine fully shut off. His eyes scanned the perimeter—guards stood in formation, two black vehicles sat abandoned with their doors flung open, and four men lay subdued and zip-tied on the gravel. Some of the guards had followed them under Ron's instructions and captured them
Ron rushed to meet him. "They didn't breach the house, but they got close. Maya and the kids followed the panic protocol. She's inside."
Damian didn't wait for more. He stormed into the house, boots echoing against the marble floor.
"Maya!" he called.
She appeared at the base of the stairs, visibly shaken but unharmed.
"You're okay," he muttered, pulling her into a tight embrace. He cupped her face, eyes darting over her to confirm it.