Rowan returned to his office after shopping, trying to remain calm, but a storm was building beneath his composed exterior. He stood by the large window that overlooked the city, watching as the sky turned dark, mirroring his turbulent thoughts. The oppressive clouds gathered, heavy with impending rain, much like the storm brewing in his mind.
He clenched his fists, the memory of Amara's defiance and her words replaying in his head. Her rejection had stung, but what gnawed at him more was the sight of her with another man. "Brother," she had called him. Rowan wasn't convinced. The rage inside him simmered, ready to boil over.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on his office door. Kyle, his right-hand man, entered. "Boss, you called me?"
Rowan turned away from the window, his express
