Chapter 53: International Love

Davien’s P.O.V

I pushed the heavy weight with all my might for about the umpteenth time since I woke up. I had been at the bench press, trying to channel my inner frustration and pent-up stress into some time in my personalised home gym, even though working out since 2 a.m. in the morning can be deemed absurd by many. My upper body was so sweaty like I’d walked through the Sahara Desert, but instead of feeling like a piece of bacon on a grill, I felt refreshed and empowered.

I was mainly aggravated due to this whole Kidman being on the run situation. Granted, I had hired a small army to protect Miranda at all times, but somehow that didn’t make me feel any less worried about her safety. It had only been a little over three weeks since Camille’s murder and still, the police had no idea where that bastard was hiding. I’d always considered the feds to be quite incompetent, but this just took it to another level. I mean, Michael didn’t even have that much influence or prowess when it cam