The night was thick with silence, save for the low hum of the car’s engine as it sped through the desolate streets of New York. Damon sat in the backseat, his body tense, his fingers curled into fists. The air inside the car was suffocating, thick with unspoken violence.
Adrian had crossed a line.
Threatening Alina had been his biggest mistake.
Damon’s thoughts were a storm, swirling with fury and cold, calculated precision. He wasn’t just going after Adrian to retaliate. No, this was about ending the war before it fully began. And he would make sure Adrian regretted ever setting his sights on what was his.
Victor sat in the passenger seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “The place is secure. He’s expecting someone, but not *you*.”
Damon’s lips curled into somethi
