Chapter 63 : A Dark Visit

Thompson sat on the front porch of his house, enjoying the serene view of his well-kept garden. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. It was a moment of peace that he cherished in his increasingly complicated life. However, his tranquility was shattered when a sleek black car pulled up in his driveway. The sight of it made his heart skip a beat. He recognized the vehicle and its occupants immediately—it was Santos from the Mexican cartel, and his presence could only mean bad news.

Thompson stood up slowly, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Santos emerged from the car, a cold, calculating look in his eyes. Two burly men flanked him, their expressions as hard as stone. Thompson knew this wasn’t a social call.

“Mr. Thompson,” Santos greeted him with a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I hope I’m not disturbing your evening.”

Thompson forced a smile and gestured towards the house. “Santos, what a surprise. Come in, let’s talk.”

Santos sho