Callum's POV My heart drummed loudly at the mention of the black March files missing. The arousal I felt dissipated instantly. It felt like a bucket of ice water was poured on me.How the hell was my security breached? Ethan immediately crossed my mind but I dismissed the idea. He was being held captive in God knows where, under lock and watch. There was no way he was behind this. As far as I knew, no one else was supposed to be aware of the file’s existence. That made this situation worse.I needed to get home. Fast.I walked back to where Remy stood, his back pressed against the counter. His eyes hadn’t left me. They were searching, maybe curious, maybe worried."Let's get you to see a proper doctor at my place," I said, dipping my hand into my pocket for the keys. "It's unhealthy for you to stay here. I’ll talk to the police about the reopening."He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, then closed it. A short nod followed. He stepped away from the counter, wincing. I moved c
Ethan's POV “What do you mean the mission went wrong?" I snapped at Viper, stepping away from the bed."Remy slit his throat before he could pull the trigger," he replied calmly."And Grey?" My jaw clenched. "Did he survive it?""No, sir. He was only able to run a few miles from the diner before he collapsed. He was dead when I got there."Fucking hell. I must have really underestimated this guy. Just like the last time. The slippery bastard escaped death six years ago, now again?“What is that in your hand?” I nodded to the envelope he was holding.“Oh… I thought you might want to see this, Sir,” he said, dropping it on the table beside the dresser.I didn’t move immediately. My gut tightened. Viper never handed me things with that tone—low, almost amused. Like he knew something I didn’t.Finally, I reached for the envelope, tore it open, and scattered the contents.They were pictures of Remy and— I blinked, picking one of the pictures up. I stared at it, wide eyed.“What on earth
Remy's POV I felt a rush of emotions surge through me as Callum crashed his lips on mine. But they were the least of my worries. Even the pain gnawing at my wounded side could not compare to the need clawing through me. The effect of his kiss was immediate. My cock strained in my jeans, thick and pulsing. His hard body pressed into mine, his thigh slotted between my legs, grinding me into the cold counter. Fuck. I gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue deep, tasting me like he’d been dying to. Like he owned me already. My hands gripped the back of his neck, dragging him closer. I didn’t care that this was the man who’d accused me hours ago. I was annoyed at him for accusing me, but I couldn't stay mad. Not with a body like that pressed against mine.”Hell, All I wanted was him. Callum’s palm slid down my side, stopping just above the waistband of my jeans. I hissed as he brushed my wound, sending a jolt of electricity that shot straight
Callum's POV I watched Remy storm out of my office angrily. He didn’t even look back. Just slammed the door and disappeared.Good.Or not.I didn’t even know what to feel anymore. The more I tried to push him away, the more he stuck in my head like a damn echo. His voice. The way he clenched his jaw when he was mad. That stubborn look in his eyes. It was ridiculous.I should be glad he’s gone. I accused him of something, and he reacted like a guilty man. If he wasn’t, why act like that?Shouldn’t someone innocent just sit down and calmly explain things? Not storm out like they had something to hide?I shook my head and walked to the window, glaring at the street below. None of this made sense. I wasn’t even supposed to like him. The one time I let my guard down, the one damn time I started to like someone.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.My hand curled into a fist before I could stop it. I had
Remy’s POVI stormed out of Callum's office, huffing. My intention was to confront him about taking my phone. Somehow I ended up being the one interrogated. My hands curled into fists as the elevator doors closed behind me, and I finally let myself breathe.The bastard had actually accused me of working with whoever shot at us.Unbelievable.My side burned like someone had shoved a hot poker through it. Every step I took sent sharp jolts up my spine, but I refused to show it. Especially not here, where Callum’s cameras might catch it.The stitches tugged with every breath, reminding me that I had almost died. I wasn't supposed to be moving around this much, but I couldn't stay in that building a second longer. Not after the way he looked at me.I shoved through the lobby doors, the cold night air slapping me in the face. Good. I needed the sting. Needed something to focus on besides the throbbing in my ribs or the way my h
Callum’s POV#Three hours ago.#The moment the elevator doors closed behind Remy, I braced my hands against the windows and exhaled hard. The city stretched out below me, lights blurring as I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d kissed him. And not just some half-assed mistake. I’d kissed him like I meant it. Like I’d been thinking about it since the first time I saw him behind that damn counter, sleeves rolled up, jaw set like he wasn’t afraid of me. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I’d spent years building control. Over my company. My body. My fucking impulses. And one look from him had unraveled it in seconds. My phone buzzed. It was Alex. I answered without looking. “Talk.” “We found the shooter.” Every muscle in my body locked immediately. “Alive?” “Barely. He’s in the warehouse.” “I’ll be there in twenty.” I hung up and grabbed my jacket. The lea