Isaiah
“I'll be there in five,” I grunted as the car swerved into the parking spot of King Industries. The sight of my building towering above every single building in the area filled my chest with pride.
Hard earned pride. Emphasis on the Hard because raising a billion dollar industry from the ground up was not an easy f*****g feat.
A text from Nico, my shadow, flashed across the screen and I gritted my teeth, trying to clamp down the anger. I had been trying to uncover the identity of the woman who had the balls to attack my wife a few days ago and Nico just gave me a clear name.
Monica Stenson.
Delilah’s sister.
I gritted my teeth in anger, tucking the device in my pocket as the vehicle rolled to a stop and walked out of the vehicle. Why the f**k would my dead wife's sister
