Leon's Pov:
Noah was already in the house by the time I got downstairs. He was standing near the window with his hands in his pockets. He looked unsettled, like he had run through every possible outcome of the situation in his head.
That made two of us.
"When did you get here?" I asked as I stepped in.
"I've been here long enough," he replied, glancing at me. "Your calls are never something to overlook and I'm starting to hate it."
"You signed the forever deal years ago. You should've gotten used to it."
He rolled his eyes and sat down, while I went to the wine area and picked up a bottle and two glasses.
"We're not doing this the slow way," I said.
Noah frowned slightly. "What does that mean?"
"It means we're not sitting here guessing who Rico might've spoken to or how he got what he has. We bring the people involved into one place and we watch."
Noah's expression shifted immediately.
"Leon—"
"I'm inviting Adrian and Alvin over."
"For what exactly?"
