"But…" he added, and his voice dropped like a blade. "We do not tolerate blood spilled from within. That is the one line no one crosses."
At that moment he stopped behind three of the circle.
"Rico. Mads. Silas," he said sharply.
The three men stood at once. No hesitation.
Santos didn't look at them, just stared ahead.
"Just like I said you have three days. Go to the city. Find out who touched our own. And when you do—bring them here." His tone dropped. "Alive."
The other men around the table exchanged grim looks.
Santos continued, "No one dies until I say so. But every single person involved... I want them on their knees. With this we don't just send a message. We engrave it into their bones."
Silas cracked his knuckles. "Consider it done."
Rico's eyes narrowed. "We've already got a lead. It won't take long."
Mads gave a single nod. "We'll make sure whoever it is never sees daylight again."
Santos finally turned and faced them.
