Reuben’s POV
I sat back in my chair, the low hum of conversation around me barely registering. The noise was just background, an unimportant blur compared to what had just unfolded.
I picked up my phone, staring at the screen, watching the text from Emily disappear into the void. She’d blocked me. The nerve of her. The audacity.
I chuckled to myself, a dark laugh that bubbled up from deep within my chest. I tossed the phone onto the table with an air of disdain, watching it slide across the polished wood before coming to a stop.
The small group of men I’d been associating with—my usual thugs, loyal and predictable—looked at me expectantly, as though waiting for some order to come next.
“Seems like my sweet, obedient Emily has finally grown a bit of resistance,” I said, letting the w
