duri
ien
ring blankly at the bowl like it held answers I didn't ask for. The cit
rapped in that hote
i
e sheet only covering her waist, leaving her breasts soft and bare to the morning
ted t
at bed and get lost in her all over again. Her
ouldn't
t
hing. But staying meant questions. And ques
me who I am, why I came i
e. Just silence and her sleepi
penthouse, eating cereal
as the
uest list, camera and all. But how the hell was I supposed to stand
couldn'
e. Hiding. Watch
sure why I made it. Appetite wasn't so
I hea
cut through my tho
ing at Kingsworth Hotel, where tragedy
ad tu
m, too professional for the kin
using chaos. Before security could intervene, the woman shot
fr
ingers into the bowl. Milk
e
the
the screen, blood
ce. Just that
e
didn't care ab
e wed
yself that staying aw
.. wasn't random. And I had a bad fee
nt longer before pushing the bowl away
ll after what I just heard. Someone pull
n't coin
calcula
m. The penthouse lights adjusted as I moved, shadows trailing behind
acks, a fitted wine-colored shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. The watch I strapped on co
er
e underground garage. No flashy car today not when the air was already thick with
n: the fam
ad raised kings...
-
ancient, vast, and laced with the scent of generational wealth. Eve
cent of aged scotch and wood
s deep voice echoed
ir, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes sharp and knowing. C
a drink befor
No greetings. No small talk
the ice clinking gently.
. "You don't need to. I
urse
aid, voice low. "At her wedding. That's not a
ing slowly. "Let the noise settle. Someone lo
But what if it wasn't random? What if this
if it is, we don't flinch. The plan stays. Let Carter
ng, but my j
amily fire and oil. What started as corporate rivalry had grown into generational enmity. My fa
ted happened Car
a crown he never prepared for. Young
as our
na
the plan. A piece to pull
was more than
t her out of
y she moan
e trembled whe
rument between my thighs and they begged to stay obedient.
hrough with it," I
ood. But be wise. And be quiet. If Carter
finished my d
-
eel tighter than necessary. The wind cut through the bare
ys on the console, kicked off my shoes
ed to
wanted to reme
stepped under the hot spray, lettin
water hit me, all I
wa
p of her walls whe
ack. The sound of my name on he
ainst the foggy gla
you,
ound my waist. My room was dimly lit when I stepped out, the air
when I
so
Like m
rom the
fr
one but my father. And even
e sliding glass door, ever
eached for
ic
le sound of a g
p," a voice order