Flavian’s POV
The moment I saw the text on Fiona’s phone, my jaw tightened. Sean. Again. Threatening .
Fiona’s hand was trembling as she clutched the device. I stepped closer, letting my presence anchor her. She wasn’t weak , never had been but fear was a mother’s instinct, and right now, it was a shield she couldn’t lower.
I slid her phone from her grip and locked it. “Let me handle this,” I said quietly, firmly. Her eyes flicked to mine, a mixture of relief and trust, and I felt it like a punch to the chest.
Sean had crossed a line and i don't forgive easily.
I pulled out my phone. First call: private investigators I’d used before, meticulous, and brutal when necessary.
“Find him,” I said. “Every move, every contact. I want a full profile. Now.”
Second call: a few business associa
