POV: AdrianI stood by the dusty, single-pane window of the secluded apartment, the weak morning sun barely penetrating the glass. I hadn't slept, watching the quiet, unfamiliar street below. The grime of last night's fight, the blood, the sweat, the sick crunch of bone are still clung to my skin, a constant reminder of the danger. My focus was a razor-edge.Amelia’s voice, low and focused, came from the back room. She was on the phone, her corporate ruthlessness finally surfacing, arguing with Elias Thorne, the lawyer whose debt was now our only legal lifeline. Good. She was fighting.My phone rang, an unrecognizable number, not the secure line. I answered immediately, stepping toward the window. "Cole."It was Gray Thompson, his voice a distorted, vicious snarl, the connection crackling like static and malice. "You broke his arm, bodyguard. A very expensive arm. You know what you've done?""I know I defended my wife," I retorted, keeping my voice low and level, denying him the satisf
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