CHAPTER 59

The room was dimly lit, but that didn’t hide the cold steel glint of guns and rifles lining the walls. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight, feeling like I had just walked into a nightmare. I hadn’t been prepared for this — not in a million years.

“Thiago… what is this?” I asked, my voice trembling as I pointed toward the wall of firearms. My throat was tight, and a sinking feeling settled deep in my stomach.

He leaned casually against the desk, watching me with those calculating eyes of his, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you, Bridgette. I wanted to be honest with you,” he said, his voice calm, like he was telling me what we were having for dinner. “This is part of my other underground business. It’s where most of my profits come from.”

I blinked, trying to process his words, but they made no sense. My mind felt foggy, like I was drowning in confusion and disbelief. “Selling smuggled guns? Thiago, you’re telling me you’re involved in… illegal firearms?” My voic