ANDREA
The car pulls up to the house - not just any house, but a gang hideout. Samuel dashes inside before I can even question what we're doing here. Hesitantly, I step out of the car, my heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and dread. As I slowly make my way inside, my eyes widen in shock at the sight before me. Injured men lie scattered throughout the room, their faces contorted in pain. With a sinking feeling, I realize these must be Stefano's men. Though I don't know the details, something terrible must have happened to them and, worse, to him.
My lips part, ready to ask someone about Stefano's whereabouts, when Samuel's voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Right this way, ma'am," he says, pointing to a door at the end of the small hallway. I rush over, my heart racing with fear and
