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作者: Night Raven
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-05 05:55:25

Rhett's POV

I sat back in the leather seat of the car, the faint hum of the engine blending with the low murmur of city sounds outside. The night still smelled of smoke, perfume, and wealth from the event we had just closed. My jacket collar carried traces of it—too much handshaking, too many deals sealed under false smiles. My fingers pressed lightly against my temple, the beginnings of a headache creeping in. Declan sat quietly to my left, his usual restlessness absent for once, his gaze fixed outside the tinted window. Nikolai was opposite me, his posture sharp as always, his eyes scanning everything and nothing at the same time.

We’d barely gone two blocks when Nikolai cleared his throat. His voice, calm but steady, filled the cabin.

“I handed the assassins I caught earlier over to the security guard. They should already be working to trace who paid them. If things go well, we’ll have a lead by dawn.”

I shifted, my eyes narrowing slightly. “You caught them yourself?”

“Yes,”
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