CHAPTER 15: MALEK'S DEATH
DASHIELL BLACKWOOD'S POV
The smell of fresh cigarettes filled my nose once again as I tossed the phone to the nearby leather couch after getting off the call with Zahra.
That insolent little b***h, Zahra Eres.
How could she break off a plan that we shared a mutual understanding over a trivial matter? How could she be so immature?
I got up and paced around my dimly lit study, which was draped with thick brown curtains, and designed with posh, black-leathered chairs.
I looked towards Gotham who stood by my study door and waved him to come forward. "Get me another bottle of alcohol, and bring my new sports car around,"
Gotham looked surprised at my order, his eyes gleaming with suspicion, "Should I tail right behind you, sir?" He asked, but I shook my head
