Kai Lennox did not make idle threats.
Two nights after Elara’s hotel rendezvous with Malik Laurent, the diamond heir disappeared from public view. His Ferrari was found abandoned near one of his coastal warehouses. Security cameras in the area conveniently malfunctioned. No witnesses came forward.
Kai handled it personally.
In a soundproofed basement beneath an unmarked Kai Lennox-owned industrial building on the edge of the city, Malik woke up zip-tied to a metal chair. His green eyes widened in terror as Kai stepped into the harsh light, sleeves rolled up, tattoos hidden beneath a disposable coverall. Two silent men stood guard near the drain in the floor.
“You touched what belongs to me,” Kai said calmly, almost conversationally. “I warned you.”
Malik struggled, cursing in French a
