The tension between the cousins was palpable as Derrick's words hung in the air like a challenge. Lena's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and vulnerability, but she knew better than to argue with him. Not now.
"What's the plan?" she asked, her voice steady.
Derrick glanced at his security team, a silent understanding passing between them. "We get you to one of the family safe house, then we take care of my uncle your Father and the Garcias." Derrick said heavily.
Lena nodded, a hint of determination in her eyes. "I'm not hiding any more, Rick. I want in on the action."
Derrick raised an eyebrow. "You're not exactly... prepared to fight your father, Lena."
Lena's smile was cold. "I've been preparing my whole life for this, cousin. You just didn't know it."
There were other people drinking and having funvat the bar, but there was a silent flurry of activity as Derrick's team sprang into action.
They moved swiftly, gathering intel and making arrangements for the night's plan.
