KAEL'S POV
I entered the room and saw her sleeping peacefully, as if she had no worries.
Leaning down, I softly kissed her forehead and whispered, "Good night" before leaving.
Back in my office, I collapsed into the armchair in the left corner, my mind restless. I couldn't stop thinking about the coffee girl—Jennifer—now living in my house.
Just as I reached for my phone to dial Baal's number, his call came in first.
"I was about to call you. So you sent your incompetent fools to raid my club?" I asked, my tone sharp.
"This is just the beginning, Kael. More blood will be spilled, and death is coming," he threatened.
But threats meant nothing to me. They never did.
"If you're so strong, why don't you come after me yourself instead of sending your pathetic lackeys to slaughter innoce
