That's the plan

Sam drove in silence, his grip tight on the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead. The mansion he had chosen this time was strategically discreet, nestled among other affluent homes that blended in perfectly. His car, no longer hidden away, was parked out front like it belonged, ensuring that it wouldn't draw any suspicion from passersby or even the traffic cameras helping Robert's team. To anyone else, it was just another luxury car in a wealthy neighborhood. But for Alexander, this was no ordinary house—it was his new prison.

As the car stopped, Alexander's vision slowly cleared, revealing the grandeur of the mansion in front of him. The place was immaculate, eerily quiet, and meticulously maintained despite its deceptive exterior. Pain coursed through his body with every breath, but Alexander forced himself to sit up, his voice weak but defiant.