Gavin’s POV
The phone buzzed on my desk.
I picked it up without looking at the screen. “Talk.”
“Sir, it’s about the situation you asked me to monitor.” Marcus’s voice sounded through the phone. “He approached her again. Twenty minutes ago. Outside the building.”
I said nothing. The cigarette between my fingers burned slowly, smoke curling upward in lazy spirals.
“I intervened before it escalated,” Marcus continued. “But sir, he’s getting more desperate. I took pictures.”
“Watch him closely.” My voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “If he tries anything, handle him.”
A pause. Then: "I understand.”
I ended the call and set the phone down . The only reason Troy was still okay was because Melissa cared for him, but the moment she gives the signal I’ll run him to the ground. He will ask f
