Sammi’s POV
I step into Zade’s office, my heart pounding, fully bracing myself for the storm I expect. After all, I broke into his office, rifled through his safe. The confrontation feels inevitable, Zade isn’t one to let things slide. I expect his anger, maybe even a lecture, but what I get instead immediately throws me off balance.
“How are you feeling, Sammi?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, his voice unnervingly calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes my skin prickle, setting me on edge. This isn’t Zade. Not the Zade I know. His calm, detached demeanor has alarms ringing in my head. This though, makes me wonder how I didn't see the truth? The way he sits in the chair, is like there's an air of untouchability about him. Like someone within the Mafia would have.
“I’m fine,” I reply
