Dante's POV
I was still on my knees, frozen between shock and agony, when her men dragged Lucas and the rest of my team forward at gunpoint. Their faces were bruised, bloodied, but their eyes never left mine. I could see it in them, the same disbelief, the same horror.
None of us had expected it to end like this. Antonia stood tall like she owned the moment, like the chaos fed her. She walked slowly toward us, smiling with the confidence of someone who believed she'd won before the game even began.
"Well, well," she said sweetly, folding her hands behind her back. "What should I do with all of you now?" Her gaze drifted to Lucas. "Loyal little soldiers, Brave, Resourceful And very inconvenient. You came all the way here to fight against me , now look at you all…. What a pity."
She turned on her heel and snapped her fingers and called out , " Marcelo… bring him out. "
The ddoor creaked open behind her. Another one of her men stepped out of the cabin.
