Damien’s POV
The phone started ringing before the sun was even up.
I ignored it the first time. The second time too. But by the third, the sound cut through the quiet sharp enough to pull me out of whatever half-sleep I’d managed. My body felt heavy, the kind of tired that comes after pretending you’re fine. I reached across the nightstand, grabbed the phone without opening my eyes. “What?”
“Boss.” Christiano’s voice. Fast and breathless didn’t sound good. “You need to see this.”
That tone I knew it too well. The one he used when things had already gone to hell. I sat up quickly . “What happened?”
He hesitated, and that pause told me everything before he said a word.
“The police hit three of our warehouses last night. Not one, not two , but three. They seized the shipments, arrested
