LILA’S POV
The moment my phone buzzed in my hand, I knew it was him.
Kade.
I exhaled slowly, pressing the phone to my ear. “What do you want?” I kept my voice even, indifferent, but my fingers clenched around the device.
A low chuckle rumbled through the receiver. “Now, now, Lila. That’s not how you greet an old friend and family.”
I ground my teeth. “You’re not my friend neither are you my family.”
Kade only laughed, unfazed. “Fair enough, I’m still not your enemy. But we are business partners and we have an unfinished business and a new business to discuss. I have another job for you.”
Of course, he did. That was all I had ever been to him—a tool, a weapon sharpened and wielded at his command. “I’ve done every damn job you’ve thrown at me,” I said, my voice sharp with quiet fury
