In the study, Alessandro sat behind his heavy oak desk, fingertips tapping together as he listened to his sons. The morning light through the tall windows made the room feel deceptively calm, but the air between them was anything but.
"Have you found out which hacker destroyed Pablo's base yet?" Alessandro asked, his voice low and measured, but carrying that hint of power that always made Jay sit up a little straighter.
Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No. Whoever it was, they were good. Really good. They didn't leave a single thread for us to pull. It's like they slipped in, turned the place inside out, and vanished."
Alessandro narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing. "Pablo's base was wiped clean. Years of data gone. Weapons routes, safe houses, even offshore accounts."
