ETHAN'S POV
I stared at the flickering monitor long after the transmission ended.
The encrypted call with Felix had been short, he already knew Carl's latest moves before I even reported them. That was how good he was. But this wasn't just about information anymore.
It was about execution.
"He's repositioned his men. The decoys are obvious. He's getting desperate," Felix had said. "Whatever you're planning, do it now."
Now.
I flexed my jaw and turned toward the blueprint I'd drawn across the table. A sketch of the safe house sat in the center, surrounded by detailed security placements and fallback routes. My handwriting was sharp, controlled, nothing like the chaos I felt scraping against the inside of my ribs.
Carl wouldn't attack recklessly. Not unless he felt he had no other choice. And after the stunt I pulled in Lagos, stealing his shipment and humiliating his frontman, I knew exactly what kind of desperation I'd just triggered.
He was going to come for me personally.
