The room was dark; only the faint glow of a single lamp reflected. I sat behind my desk, the dim light reflecting across the edges of my face.
I held my glass of Whiskey as I took a slow sip, letting the burn trail down my throat. Two men in masks sat across from me, waiting for me to say something. Their silence was almost oppressive, but I liked it that way. I didn’t like noise, nor did I like unnecessary chatter. Just the task at hand.
I laid out the photos carefully across the desk.
It was Jayden’s.
He was a little thorn in Jade’s side. Bound, frightened, but unharmed so far. I had given strict orders for them to keep him safe, and not a hair on his head harmed. That was important. I wanted control, not murder.
“You’ve been patient,” I said softly, more to myself than to the ma
