Damien paced in his office, his fists clenched, jaw tight. The room was silent except for the heavy sound of his boots hitting the marble floor. His eyes were sharp, burning with rage. He stopped when the door opened, and Jace walked in, his face calm but cautious.
“Where are you coming from?” Damien asked, his voice cold and low.
“I went out to sort something,” Jace replied carefully.
“Something in Dubai?” Damien’s tone dropped even lower, the words slicing through the tension.
Jace blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Look, boss—”
But before he could finish, Damien reached into his drawer, pulled out a gun, and aimed it straight at Jace’s head.
Jace froze, his breath caught. “Boss—”
“Is that why you kidnapped Lucas’s nanny and locked her up without my permission?” Damien asked, h
