He didn't wait for my answer. He raised his hand, his rough fingers, still warm from gunpowder, gently brushing my jaw.“Had your fun yet?”His voice was low, laced with a strange kind of affection.Before I could speak, he shrugged off his own expensive coat. Threw it over my shoulders without asking.The lining was cool, but the coat was heavy.Bulletproof. Custom-made, right down to the thread.His arm tightened around me, pulling me halfway into his chest. Guarding me. Like I was his, and no one else was allowed to even look.“Silas.” I looked up at the other man walking toward us.Silas held a dry martini. He offered it like a gentleman, but his eyes were sharp as a knife.“Fine, have your little adventure. But don’t push it.” His voice was deep, a gentle scolding. “Those transfer documents for the Swiss offshore accounts are waiting for your signature.”The whole room went dead silent.Like someone had just dropped a C4 in the middle of the crowd. The explosion hadn't come yet, b
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