Rebecca's POV
Darius all but flung me into the diner booth, faster than I'd ever seen a trash bag tossed into a garbage truck. The little bell over the door was still chiming when he turned on his heel, every line of his body screaming that he wanted out.
I glanced down at the phone in my hand. The call I'd pretended to place had never connected to a single soul. A small, private smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Arthur Voss.
The name on my screen had only been a prop. But I'd been betting on what I'd watched at the Voss estate last week. The way the three Voss brothers still squared their shoulders the moment their father walked into a room. Arthur had handed Voss Group off to Damian and Damon years ago. He'd handed the pack down to Damian, who held every scrap of authority shor
