The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of the city beyond the estate gates. Lucas stopped short on the manor steps, staring at the sleek, black car parked in the drive. Not just expensive… obscene. Polished curves gleamed under the lamps, chrome catching the light like the gleam of jewelry. The kind of machine that whispered money, power, and the arrogance to own both.
Trevor stood by the passenger door, one hand on the handle, the other sliding the cuff of his suit neatly into place. "Get in."
Lucas arched a brow. "What is this? A car or a declaration of war?"
Trevor's mouth curved faintly, the kind of smile that gave nothing away. "Both."
Lucas huffed, tugging the belt of his coat tighter as he descended the steps. "You do realize this screams target, right? Subtlety isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"
"Subtlety is for people who need to hide," Trevor said, opening the door with a smooth click. "I don't."
