Adam’s POV
Why do rich bastards have to have so many floors and hallways? I complained to myself as I turned down another hallway. And why do they have so many pictures of damned lions? The drugs in my system were making it harder to focus, the only thing keeping me going was the nagging feeling that if I did not find this person soon, some bad s**t would happen.
There! I found the first painting of just a single lion by itself, roaring up at the sky. Right across from it was a singular door with a man sitting by it, his eyes showing boredom and listlessness. f**k! Play it cool, man; play it cool. “Hey; they sent up this glass of the good stuff from downstairs for ya.” I smiled as I got closer to the door, the guard stiffening his spine and standing at attention.
“Guests are not suppos
