Twenty minutes. That was all it had taken for a stranger to redecorate the home I had built.
Darius moved fast, sweeping up the hidden cameras. "The alarm was Damian. It buys us five minutes. Maybe seven."
He stopped at my side. "Ready?"
I nodded. I crouched once to stroke Mochi, who had crept out from his hiding spot, trembling.
"Wait for me, baby," I whispered. "I'm coming back for you."
Then I followed Darius out and did not look back.
Returning to Damian's penthouse, I actually felt the corner of my mouth lift.
Twenty four hours ago I had stormed out of this same apartment, ready to burn my contract with the Voss brothers to the ground. Now it was the only place in the city that felt safe.
The door was open when we stepped off the elevator. The smell of whiskey hit me before ei
