Lowin Vance was jolted awake by the shrill ring of his phone. Beside him, Amilah was a picture of serenity, trapped in the deep, peaceful slumber of the exhausted. Moving with a predator's grace to avoid disturbing her, he snatched the device, his eyes squinting against the sudden intrusion of light.
"What the f**k, Dom?" Lowin rasped, his voice thick with sleep.
"Get your ass out here, dude!" Dominic's voice boomed through the speaker. "It's f*****g 9 AM and you lover boys are still hibernating."
Before Lowin could snap back, the phone was snatched away. Damien's voice, cold and professional, took over. "Mr. Vance, your turf is in trouble. Chris Dallas just landed three hours ago. He's back in the country."
Lowin's brow furrowed, a sudden chill cutting through the warmth of the bed. "
