Kingsley's POV
I was halfway through the call before I realized my hand was shaking.
Not out of fear or anger but out of my compressed, disciplined nature, the kind that sat tight behind the ribs and waited for permission. The phone was pressed hard to my ear, my voice already stripped of warmth, now's not the time to be soft or compressed.
"If I see her anywhere near Hailey or myself or anywhere in the vicinity," I said, each word deliberate, sharpened, "just consider yourself fired."
I paused just long enough to let the threat settle. And this wasn't a mere threat, I was gonna do more than fire them, they will be tortured more than they can imagine.
On the other end, someone swallowed audibly. A man who understood exactly what being fired meant in my world and I'm glad h
