VICTORIA POV
The sound of Javier’s message came at exactly 8:02 p.m.
“It’s done. I’ll move at dawn.”
I stared at the screen, my finger trembling slightly, though I’d never admit that to anyone. The deal was simple. He takes the girl. Keeps her somewhere safe, quiet, untraceable. Nothing brutal, nothing bloody. Just enough to make Elle panic, to make her understand what happens when you cross me.
I turned off my phone and placed it under a pile of magazines. I didn’t want to see his name again. What mattered was that the first piece was in motion.
Jordan was in the shower when I joined him in the room. His tie lay across the bed, his jacket draped on the chair. Everything looked normal. That’s how I wanted it. Normal.
He came out a few minutes later, towel around his waist, hair damp.
