Kai's POV
The Paradise Residence stood tall and obnoxious in the city skyline, all glass and artificial warmth, its luxury facade doesn't fit with the dirty of the asshole residing here, thinking he could manipulate things with his little hands and connections.
The elevator's metallic doors closed behind me with a mechanical hiss. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored wall. Cold, composed. But my hands that were tucked into my coat pockets were clenched so tightly, my knuckles ached.
I can't believe it. Of all people, why Dant e Collins?
He's known for being a dirty asshole who'd do everything to get what he wants. And I'm not an exception.
Room 502.
He said it so casually, like he was inviting me for drinks. Like this wasn't blackmail. Like he didn't hold a digital knife to my throat with that photo.
I shouldn't be threatened. But I'm here. Not because I'm afraid. But because I need to end this. On my terms. I have so many things and people to protect.
