Brandon poured himself two fingers of Dalmore 18, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glass. He stood before the wide living-room windows of his penthouse, the city glittering beneath him like a field of jewels. His reflection in the glass smirked back, a far cry from the dishevelled, crazed maniac of the past few days. ow he was unbothered, composed, victorious.
A necessary mess, but a clean one that meant he could now breathe and go back to more fulfilling tasks such as destroying Levi and winning Lyse's affection back.
Luca Thorn was gone.
Danny was long gone.
The rest was noise, and Brandon knew exactly how to silence noise.
He raised the glass to his lips, savoring the smooth fire spreading down his throat. Finally, he thought, one less rat gnawing at my ankles.
His phone buzzed.
He sighed, set down the glass, and answered. "What?"
The voice on the other end was gravelly, strained. His enforcer. "We… might have a situation, boss."
