Chapter 59: Son or Not

Winston’s POV

“I’ve never seen you this angry before, Winston. You’re not as cold as you used to be.”

The voice belonged to Malik, my longest-serving investigator and unfortunately, someone who talked more than he worked although he was the best at his job.

He wore his usual black suit and dark sunglasses like he was playing spy in a low budget thriller. He was in my office, in the seat across from me, clearly trying to sound light-hearted.

I didn’t smile. I didn’t even look up.

Because what he didn’t understand, what no one seemed to grasp was that this wasn’t about being cold. It wasn’t about being ruthless or feared or respected. It was about Sansa.

She had changed everything.

They all thought I’d gone soft. But what they didn’t know was that the only reason I’d let the world breathe easy was because she gave me a reason not to burn it to the ground.

Without her, the man I’d spent a lifetime suppressing, the one the world feared, was clawing his way to the surface.

I would become