Chapter 56 The Storm Brews

Aemilio paced back and forth in his office, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The tension in the air was thick, palpable, as he replayed the events of the past few days in his mind. The seizure of the drugs had been a direct hit, a calculated strike by Raimundo's men, and it had set everything off balance. It wasn't just about the lost shipment—it was about the disrespect, the challenge to Aemilio's control. And that was something he couldn't let slide. His fists clenched at his sides as he stopped, staring out the large window that overlooked the courtyard. The evening sun cast long shadows across the ground, but Aemilio's mind was elsewhere, replaying every slight, every betrayal that Raimundo had orchestrated.