Dos’ Point of View
The knock at the door wasn’t loud—but it carried weight.
Like a warning.
I paused, fork halfway to my mouth, tension snapping through me like a wire pulled too tight. Daniel glanced at me from the couch, brows furrowed.
I stood slowly, instincts prickling. No one knocked on my door unless they had a reason.
I opened it.
And my breath caught.
“How are you, my golden boy?” Boss greeted, smiling like a serpent dressed in silk. He stood confidently on the threshold, hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his expensive coat. Behind him, two of his bodyguards loomed like silent threats.
My jaw tensed involuntarily.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even.
He raised a brow. “Clearly.”
I stepped aside reluctantly, the tightness in my chest thi
