LIAM’S POV
The phone was a live thing in my hand, buzzing over and over. I watched the screen light up with names I knew—old friends, a few guys from the gym, my accountant. I sent them all to voicemail. The only call I wanted was one that wouldn’t come. Maya’s name stayed silent on my screen.
I’d driven straight to my house after the warehouse. My mind was a riot: Daniel’s voice on the broadcast, the hidden cameras, the trap so perfectly laid. He’d used our mother as bait. He’d used Sasha as proof. And Maya… she knew why I was there. She had to know it was a setup. But knowing and believing are two different things when the whole world is screaming a lie at you.
I pulled up outside. The light was off. One look at the dark, still windows and my stomach dropped. I knew before I used my k
