Sitting in his dark office, a tumbler of bourbon in one hand, the other draped casually on the armrest, Adrian’s body stretched out long in the lounge chair, eyes pinned outside the window as he stared at New York City’s lively skyline. Even though it was well after midnight, when normal people were already tucked under their covers, unwinding from their lives, it was a luxury he wasn’t allotted. As a hunter, nights were the best time to work, and he was still on the clock. Catching the guy at the club was just the beginning of his shift.
His team was waiting for him downstairs, that Tainted guy they nabbed sat in a detainment cell and ready for interrogations, but at the moment, his head wasn’t right. His mind was outta the game and his chest f*****g hurt. Adrian rubbed it, pressed it, t
