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Adrian’s POVCallahan was a dead man walking, that’s for sure. The major part of my offense was making me come all the way here when I could be spending my very overdue and well deserved quality time back home with my wife.I arrived at the warehouse. The stale smell I’d grown accustomed to wafted in the air. The smell of rusty metal, damp concrete, and diesel fumes never seemed to fade.The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I got down from the car. My eyes wandered across the entire area.The first thing I noticed was how the entire warehouse and dock was at a standstill. No one moved, and the scene irritated me. This was major money going up in smoke.“The entire warehouse operation is on hold.” Barrett explained, now beside me.I tossed my suit jacket to the back seat. I would not be needing it anywhere inside.“This is the second time now that they’re messing with my business.” I observed, “there must not be a third. Two is already one too many.”Barrett nodded and we moved. We

Brianna’s POVEzra stalked to the door ahead of me, shoulders raised.“Your husband is one controlling man, Brianna.” He shook his head, still walking. “Maybe you should have dad annul the marriage.”I trailed behind him, I was done weighing my choices but it didn’t make the result any less daunting. I knew what it meant and what the outcome would be. I had heard both Adrian’s side and Ezra’s, and I knew what to do now.Adrian wasn’t speaking anymore. His voice had gone quiet over the speakers, but I could still hear the car whirring underneath the silence. I hoped he wasn’t speeding just to get here.When we reached the door, Ezra opened it and stepped out first.Over his shoulder, I saw the guards standing outside, ready and at alert.This was probably Adrian’s doing, I thought.Perfect. That only made it easier.Ezra turned to me with a frown etched on his face. “This dude is possessive, Brianna. You should…”I found my gut twisting with mild fury while he spoke about Adrian. Ezra

Brianna’s POV “What do you mean by that?” I said, quite disoriented by how this whole conversation had spiraled. “What does that have to do with anything?”He peered up at me, arms still locked around my waist but I pulled away, my arms slack against his shoulders watching his face, trying to understand just what was going on.“Brianna,” he whispered. “Everything is connected in a way. There is no better way to explain it but that’s pretty much the whole of it.”My brain scrambled as I tried to make sense of it all. I frowned, my brows turning inward. “Why?”He blinked, “I’ve been investigating and I..”I cut him off. That wasn’t what I was asking. “Why?” I echoed again.He frowned, confusion etched on his face. “I’m trying to explain that…”“No, I don’t need an explanation. I need to know why. Why are you doing this?”“Doing what?” He countered, his face pulling into a deeper frown. “All of this,” I gestured. “Why are you so interested in them. Why did you investigate? Why are you

Adrian’s POV I could immediately see the irritation rolling over her features in waves. It was pretty much hard to miss. She tried to act nonchalant like she didn’t care but the moment I made eye contact I could see the glare, the jealousy and the irritation battling it out in her eyes. With her arms crossed, she looked like she was holding back from cussing me out and honestly, I’d take that over her not speaking to me. “It’s not what you think, Mi amor.” I assured, strolling slowly towards her. “Trust me, she’s just saying that. It’s not that serious.” She huffed, turning her gaze away, chin up, she shrugged. “I don’t care. You don’t have to explain. Everyone has their first love. You think you’re special?” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. It wasn’t working. I should have been tickled by the fact that she was hinting that she also had her first love but I knew too much about her to know that she didn’t. Years and years of searching for my first love, which was

Adrian’s POV “Mi amor,” I heard him knock at the front door. His voice came in a hurried breath and I couldn’t help but rush to open. I frowned, looking over his face that was coated in white, something that looked like shaving cream. “What… what is going on here?” He sauntered into the room, moving me asife with his hand that held a shaving blade. “I need help, baby.” I frowned deeper, crossing my arms as I shut the door with a quiet click. “What are you doing here, Adrian? And I don’t remember asking you to come in.” He walked farther into the room, ignoring me before stopping just inches away from the bed. His eyes flicked toward it before landing on the table beside it, where the remains of my breakfast sat. Then he looked back at me. “Well, this is my room too,” he said casually. “And I need your help shaving.” I blinked before raising a brow. “What? Why would you need my help to shave? You’re a man. You can handle that yourself.” His lips immediately pulled into a pout,