The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a fireplace casting long shadows across the walls. The space was elegant but intimidating—dark leather furniture, rich mahogany bookshelves, and a large, polished oak table at the center. Heavy curtains framed the windows, blocking any prying eyes. A single painting of a city skyline adorned the wall, the only hint of warmth in the otherwise cold, structured atmosphere.

Haiden sat in the armchair by the fire, his posture relaxed but commanding, dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of power and control. His sharp eyes were focused on the two men across from him.

Xander stood by the window, a silent sentinel, his eyes scanning the street outside through the half-open blinds. Dressed in a dark suit with subtle armor inserts, his calm demeanor contrasted with the tension in the air. His expression was unreadable, but his body was always poised for action, ready to step in at a moment's notice.

Carillo lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out and a half-empty glass of whiskey in hand. His jacket was off, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos on his forearms. He was the more casual of the two bodyguards, but his eyes were sharp, never missing a detail.

"Any updates on the deal?" Haiden's voice was low but firm, the kind that demanded answers.

Xander glanced over, his voice steady. "Everything's on track. The shipment will arrive tonight, no issues so far."

Carillo chuckled, swirling his drink before speaking. "Yeah, well, that's the plan. But you know how things tend to go sideways, right? Someone's gonna try something."

Haiden's eyes flicked to Carillo, his lips curling into a slight smile. "Let's hope they don't try it while I'm around."

Xander nodded, his gaze steady. "If they do, they won't make it far."

The conversation was short, to the point, but in that silence, the air was thick with unspoken understanding.