Ch:26- Setting the Trap

Miley’s POV, ten days ago:

He said nothing when his warehouses were burned down, not a single curse left his lips.

Not even when Matteo, his right-hand man, was ambushed and left bleeding in a hospital bed.

He sat at the edge of the table that night, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it was whispering something only he could hear. But no matter how calm and controlled he was trying to be, I saw the rage flickering under his skin, like a living being.

It wasn’t the kind of fury that erupted in yelling or fist fights.

I stayed quiet, watching him from across the room, pretending to be typing out my diary entry for today. My laptop screen was open, but my attention was fixed on him… his clenched jaw, the way he tapped his fingers once every ten seconds on his thigh.

Then finally, his voice cut through the silence.

“I need you to create a company.”

He said, soft like smoke but dangerous as flame.

I blinked. “What?”

“Can you do that? There is nobody else whom I can trust r