Adrian’s POV
A Few Hours Earlier
The scent of drugs, s*x, and cheap perfume tried to mask the desperation clinging to the velvet walls. Sweat and sin soaked into the very air… familiar. Like the calm before a storm I controlled.
I strode in, Antonio at my side. Ever since the shootout at VPN headquarters, my men had been on high alert, tailing me from a safe distance. But Antonio? He’d taken it to another level… sticking to me like a damn leech. A very annoying one.
He popped up the moment I stepped outside the penthouse, practically glued himself to my side. I tried to shake him off, but the bastard wouldn’t budge. In his own loud-mouthed, messed-up way, I knew he meant well. He was the little brother I never asked for.
He was the little brother I never had.
Oh wait…
I did have one
