Max's POV
The ice in my glass cracked as I poured another glass of whiskey into it. I tilted the tumbler back and swallowed hard, letting it all go down. I was still numb.
The Everly deal had cost me a lot.
Gone.
All because of Nate bloody Harrison, and not only that, but the love of my life had helped him.
I could kick myself. How could I have underestimated that woman? I had someone golden and didn't even know it at the time. Thinking back, I realised I had never really given her much chance.
I recalled the look on her face the day she walked in on Alissa and me.
Now, Nate Harrison had it all.
The name alone was bitter on my tongue. Nate, the golden boy. The man who could do no wrong, who strutted around like he was untouchable. Respect, power, reputation—handed
