"I'm not finished, Nikolai," Nathan whispered to the empty room. "This isn't the end."
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. It wasn't a number for the police or for his legal team. It was a number for the men who stayed in the shadows, the ones who didn't ask questions as long as the pay was right.
"Sir," a rough voice answered on the first ring.
"I'm heading to the warehouse on 5th Street," Nathan said, his voice cold and steady. "Before I get to the warehouse, I want Natasha to be there. I don't care how you do it. Drag her out of her house, pick her up from the street. Use force. Kidnap her. I want her tied to a chair when I walk in. And don't touch her till I get there."
"Understood, Mr. Keith. We'll have her waiting."
