The night was unusually still, a kind of silence that had weight to it, pressing down on the walls of the underground compound, that was inside his walk in closet. Evan's black shoes clicked against the polished cement floor as he descended the spiral staircase, his expression a mask of contained rage. His hands were buried in his pockets, but his knuckles were white, clenching with restraint.
He had been putting this off for days, trying to get over what happened that day. Business meetings. Distractions. Pleasures. But tonight, he wanted to see them... his prisoners, his leverage, his empire's dirty little secret that nobody dared question. It was a ritual almost, to come here, look them in the eye, remind them who owned them.
But the air felt wrong.
He slowed when he reached the bott
