Liam's POV
My phone vibrated against my chest. I didn't need to check it to know what Hugo had sent me.
Information.
Everything there was to know about the bastard waiter who thought he could slip my wife his number with those poisonous words scrawled across a receipt. No marriage is ever that serious.
The phrase still made my blood boil every time it crossed my mind.
Simply throwing that receipt in the garbage wouldn't have satisfied me. I had doused it in vodka and watched the ink dissolve completely before heading to the office yesterday.
That was only the beginning.
"We've arrived, sir," Killian's voice cut through my thoughts as I finally opened the messages from Hugo. I ignored him completely, my full attention locked on the screen.
With each line I read, satisfaction spread through my chest like wildfire.
The kid was dealing drugs. Not just that, but he'd been caught months ago selling his dying grandmother's prescription medications while she lay on her deathbed.
