Alexander Blackwood was f*****g scared of me, and it hurt. He couldn’t hide it; I saw it in the way he looked at me.
Three weeks after his kidnapping incident, we both agreed he should get back to work,after hundreds of disagreements. Which meant my workload was doubled. His father contacted me and asked me to bring his son to him, and I did just that.
“You’re sure you don’t need me to follow you inside?” I asked again.
“ Nah, Besides I need to catch up with my old man , I'm sure he's missed me .” he said with a very fake smile.
He entered his father’s office while I waited outside.
During my interrogation of the bastard I caught with Clara, I found out something else,something I wanted to keep from Alex but couldn’t.
Four Days Ago
“You don’t have any space left for me to carve on,”
