72: I only drink tea

However, I had grown tired of the burden of living up to my father's expectations. His reluctance to grant me more control stemmed from the pressure we were under from the FBI and the ongoing Movino situation. Taking care of both issues simultaneously seemed like the perfect solution.

Axel Movino's fate was sealed, and I knew exactly who could assist me in achieving that goal—the Sons of Darkness. It was time for me to call in a favor or two.

Engrossed in the monotony of paperwork, a necessary evil to maintain the facade of my legitimate operations, my concentration wavered. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, stretching my muscles before turning towards the window. I suspected that Movino had dispatched his men to search for her, scouring the streets. If that were the case, my soldiers would have at least caught wind of the fact that the bastard was after someone.

The early morning sunlight cast reflections behind me, creating a shimmer that illuminated Emily's copper-colored hair and h