She met his gaze, her eyes as cold as f**k.
And Daniel Warren , the man who had men kneel, who had rivals buried alive, who had never once been denied anything in his entire goddamn life felt something split open inside his chest.
Raw rejection from her.
He didn’t know what to do with it.
He just sat there in his wheelchair, silent, staring up at the woman who had once looked at him like he was her entire universe.
Now she looked at him like he was poison.
Regina pulled out her phone with shaking fingers and dialed someone.
“Yes. I need a private nurse immediately,” she said, voice tight but controlled. “Gunshot wound. Chest. Don't involve police, I'd pay extra.”
Daniel’s chest burned. No police? Does she know who Drake really is? She knew what kind of world this was?
She was pro
