Giancarlo tried to run.But he barely made it two steps before one of Nate’s men lunged forward, catching him by the back of the neck and slamming him face-first into the glass table. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the room...sharp and final. The glass cracked with a loud pop beneath the impact, splintering under his weight. Blood sprayed across the surface as Giancarlo let out a broken groan, his body twitching, nose clearly broken. Before he could blink, two more men dragged him up and yanked his arms behind him, binding them tight with zip ties that bit into his wrists."You're done," Nate said coldly, his voice steady as steel. He walked forward slowly, like a man who had all the time in the world, eyes fixed on the man trembling at his feet.Giancarlo tried to lift his head. His eyes were wild, filled with panic and disbelief, his chest rising and falling in frantic gasps. “Nate, please… we can talk...”Nate’s fist cut him off.A clean, hard punch to the jaw.Giancarlo’s body