Liam
The wheels of the jet touched down on the private runway with a soft thud, and I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my face.
I hadn’t been at ease from the moment Allen informed me of the discovery, and I prayed to hell this wasn’t another bluff.
Allen’s men were already waiting outside the aircraft, their stances straight, professional, and unwavering in the humid night air.
“Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. Walker,” one of them said, nodding once as I descended the steps.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked past him toward the waiting black SUV, Allen following closely behind me, my steps calculated and controlled.
The warm, salt-laden breeze brushed against my face, but I barely noticed it.
“Take me to the club,” I ordered, sliding into the back seat.
“Yes, sir,” Allen replied, shu
