“Your men couldn’t protect a password,” he grunts. I mutter something dark under my breath, but I have to admit, he’s got a point. Twenty-three ex-special-ops guardians and none of them could stop one man getting to me. Sure, that man is Gabriel Visconti and I don’t think a ten-foot-thick wall of iron would have stopped him getting through that door, but still.
LMAOO
