The ride back to the Thorne Tower was a blur of rain, sirens, and deathly silence.Julian spent the entire trip on his phone, his voice a low, lethal growl as he barked orders to his security teams. He wouldn't look at me. He sat rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped his phone, radiating waves of fury.When we pulled into the underground garage, it looked like a military base. Dozens of armed guards surrounded the SUV before we could even open the doors.We were rushed up to the penthouse in the private elevator. The moment the doors closed, sealing us inside the silent glass fortress, the adrenaline crashed out of me.My knees buckled.Julian caught me. Again."I've got you," he murmured.He swung me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style into the living room. He deposited me gently onto the plush velvet sofa."Stay here," he commanded, turning toward the bar. "I need a drink."I watched him walk away. Now that the chaos had settled, I could see the damage. His suit jacket was
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