Twenty million dollars.
Someone thought they could turn my life into a hunting game.
I pushed open the doors to my living suite and stepped inside.
The lights were dim, the room smelling faintly like the blunt I’d left burning earlier.
I poured a drink immediately.
And another.
By the time I finished the second glass, I realized I wasn’t alone.
Yuna stood in the doorway, watching me.
For a second, I was actually surprised. She didn’t usually follow me when I walked away.
But I brushed it off.
She stepped inside and sat on the edge of the bed.
Just watching.
I started pacing.
The anger from the meeting was still sitting in my chest like a loaded weapon.
Under my breath, I muttered in French.
“Killing them all at once would be easier.”
I ran a hand through my hair.
“Un par un.”One by one.
Yuna stayed quiet. Just sitting there.
Observing.
Finally, I stopped pacing and looked at her.
“We’re taking a road trip tomorrow.”
She blinked. “Where?”
“My penthouse in Paris.” I leaned against the table. “I need to get away from here. Clear my head. We can leave in the morning.”
She frowned slightly. “We?”
I smirked. The whiskey in my system made me sharper. More reckless. “Yeah.” I took another sip. “We.”
She crossed her arms.
“And when we get there,” I added casually, “I want you naked.”
Her eyebrows shot up.
“You’re sober enough now.”
