~KIRA~
Whatever Ryker has, whatever he knows, I have a feeling that it might just be the key to finally tearing Layla apart piece by piece.
And I will be there to f*****g watch her crumble.
“Payment won’t be an issue,” Dad’s voice breaks the silence. “You’ll have your money, Ryker.”
The entire room somehow is starting to feel colder now, the kind of bone-deep chill that has nothing to do with the dampness, or the smell of rusted metal of the underground bunker. It has to do with Ryker’s silence and behavior, the way he leans back in his chair like he f*****g owns the place.
“Money’s good,” a smug grin tugs at one of the edges of Ryker's mouth as he rhythmically taps his rough looking fingers against the table’s surface in a slow pattern, “but money is not going to be enough.”
“What t
