CHAPTER 62
Cain’s POV
The chatter from the bar slowly faded behind me as I pushed open the door to my office. The room felt strangely quieter than usual, perhaps because my mind refused to settle after everything that had happened within the last hour. Mercer had walked away with nothing but suspicions, yet somehow it felt as though he had still won a small battle. He had succeeded in making us react, and men like him lived for such kind of reactions from men like us.
That reaction of fear and failure.
It filled their pride with satisfaction.
And I was certain Mercer wasn’t intending on keeping the fact that my men and I had weapons under the carpet.
Grim stepped inside after me, closing the door with a firm click before taking his usual seat opposite my desk. He leaned back in t
