“You got something?”
He glanced around the table.
“Yeah.”
I stood up.
“Madam, Emily...”
Zay already understood.
He stood and Emily grabbed their son’s hand.
“Go up to the room, I’ll bring your dessert,” he said to Emily.
My mother stood too.
“Ares, I think I need to sta?—”
“I’ll talk to you later,” I said before she could finish.
She didn’t like it, but she walked inside anyway.
Yuna pushed her chair back, too.
“I’ll go?—”
I reached over and grabbed her arm lightly.
“Nah.”
She looked at me.
“You stay.”
Nico sat down across from us. The relaxed dinner atmosphere disappeared instantly.
He slid a folded paper across the table.
“We found this on the dark web.”
I opened it slowly.
A screenshot.
Encrypted listing.
A contract.
Twenty million dollars.
For my head.
I leaned back in my chair. “Twenty million.”
Nico nodded. “Somebody really wants you gone.”
Zay looked over the paper.
