CASSIAN
I glanced at the Rolex Daytona on my wrist; one more hour left before the gala.
Why the hell was time so fast today?
Torturing men was what I lived for.
I could do it all day, but right now I sat in the chair behind the desk as Larry and Alexander stood on each side of Lorenzo, tied to a chair, swollen and pissed.
Alexander had really messed things up with the baby-face prick.
I'd always disliked this particular Vellani because he was reckless.
But that was just an excuse for the real reason: he'd fucking made a move at the one woman I had my eyes on.
While I could pretend to everyone else that I didn't care, I knew that was the big reason I was here.
I cared. And that scared me in a way.
Nico sat towards the middle of the room, his arms resting on his knee. His eyes were on Lorenzo, simmering with an anger I wished didn't mirror mine.
Nico was only this pissed because the kidnap felt like a slap on our faces.
There was absolutely no one I couldn't find.
