Christian didn’t like uncertainty.
And right now?
That’s exactly what this situation was. Uncertain, Uncontrolled, and Dangerous.
And he hated it.
His fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey in his hand as he stood by the large window of his office, staring down at the street below. The city was alive with lights and movement but one thing remained still.
A black car.
Parked for hours, Not moving.
He’d noticed it earlier that day at first, he thought it might have been a coincidence. A car in the wrong place at the wrong time. But then it stayed. Too long. No movement. No one stepped out. No change.
They were watching.
They were taunting.
His jaw flexed, tension visible beneath his skin. They wanted him to notice and Wanted to get into his head.
A slow, dangerous smirk tug
