Lena’s car arrived at Nathan's safe house. At this point the Lucky men put in charge of watching over Nathan are used to Lena's visit and without question, they let her in. Nathan was sitting at his desk and jotting down some notes, and as he glanced up and saw Lena, a smile drew across his face."Lena," he whispered gently. "I didn't anticipate your arrival." "Yes, I simply couldn't resist coming back," she responded, advancing towards him. I had to meet with you.Nathan stood and crossed the room, pulling her into his arms. “About before, I just wanna say…..”“I don’t care,” Lena whispered, pressing her lips to his. The kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves for a moment in the passion they shared.They broke apart, breathless, and Nathan led her to the bed. “Are you sure about this? What if Max or your brothers find out we’ve been….,” he murmured, his hands running through her hair.“I know,” Lena sighed, lying down beside him. “But being with you is the only thing that feel

Vincenzo stood by the hotel room window, staring out at the sprawling cityscape of Madrid. The city pulsed with life, but his mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts. Magnus was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, nervously tapping his foot."Uncle, what's our next move?" Magnus finally broke the silence.Vincenzo turned, his eyes sharp with determination. "We need to assess the situation first. Giovanni will have the details. Stay alert and follow my lead."Magnus nodded, trying to hide his anxiety. "This is crazy, what the hell does Max expect from us here in Spain."Vincenzo felt irritated with Magnus's questions. "It doesn’t matter, just stick with me. This is just another job." Vincenzo knew Magnus had next to zero experience with the dealings and operations of the Lucky family. He was never allowed to join the family business because he was an illegitimate son of Max’s father.A knock on the door interrupted them. Vincenzo opened it to find Giovanni standing there, a grim e

The old warehouse on the outskirts of town was the chosen meeting place. Max, Bucky, Ronald, and their men, were waiting for Miguel. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of dust and gasoline. Ronald glanced at his men, then at the entrance, where Miguel and his Mexican gangmen were just arriving.Miguel stepped forward, flanked by his lieutenants. “Max,” he greeted curtly.“Miguel,” Max replied, matching his tone. “We need to talk.”Miguel said with a sad demeanor. “Talking is why we’re here, isn’t it?”Ronald folded his arms. “You know what we want. Lena. Safe and unharmed.”Miguel’s eyes narrowed. “And you know what we want. Ten billion dollars.”Max shook his head. “That’s not going to happen, Miguel. You’re in no position to demand that kind of money.”Miguel said in a harsh tone. “You think you’re in control here, Max? Think again.”Bucky stepped forward. “We could just take you out right now and be done with it.”Miguel’s second-in-command, Raul, bristled. “Tr

Raul walked back and forth in the poorly lit room, his thoughts quickly flowing through the day's happenings. The headquarters of the Mexican gang was a complex network of corridors and rooms buzzing with constant activity. He finally mustered up the bravery to walk up to Kim, who was sitting behind a sizable wooden desk, leisurely enjoying a glass of whiskey."Kim," Raul started, his voice steady but his heart pounding. "I need to tell you what happened at the negotiation warehouse."Kim looked up, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Go on."Raul took a deep breath. "Miguel almost betrayed you. He was going to tell the Luckys everything. But I stopped him."Kim leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You did well, Raul. Very well."Raul's chest swelled with a mix of pride and relief. "Thank you, Kim. I did what I had to."Kim set his glass down and stood up, walking around the desk to face Raul directly. "From this moment on, you are the leader of the Mexican gang

Back to the Present Time At the east side of the city, Roland and his men stormed into the warehouse where Lena and Nathan were being kept. Their weapons are drawn and their eyes sharp. This was happening simultaneously with the money exchange between Max, Bucky, and Raul."Cover me!" Roland shouted, ducking behind a stack of wooden crates. His men spread out, returning fire with precision.One of his men crouched beside him and nodded. "We've got to move fast, sir. Mrs. Lena and Nathan are in the back room."Roland reloaded his pistol, his face set in determination. "Let's go!"They progressed systematically, eliminating the guards blocking their path. Roland was familiar with the layout of the warehouse despite its maze-like narrow corridors and shadowy corners. He had devoted hours to studying it, carefully planning every aspect of the rescue. "Sir, on your left!" One of Roland's men warned him, firing at a guard who had emerged from a side door.Roland spun, his shot finding its