Grigor's call came in like a warning shot, sharp, sudden, and impossible to ignore.
Adrian didn't hesitate.
The moment the words "She's gone" left Grigor's mouth, something cold and dangerously primal snapped into place inside him. His entire body tensed, every muscle coiling like a predator ready to strike. He didn't ask unnecessary questions. He didn't waste time demanding details or venting frustration.
Within minutes, he was already on his way.
The convoy of sleek black cars arrived at the mall with overwhelming force and presence that could not be ignored. The vehicles screeched to a halt in perfect formation, doors flying open almost simultaneously. Men stepped out swiftly, spreading in all directions like a well-oiled, highly trained unit.
Their movements were sharp, coordinated, and terrifyingly efficient, silent shadows cutting through the evening crowd.
Adrian stepped out last.
His expression was dark.
A mask of pure ice.
But his eyes…
