Novel & Cerita Casanova Cowboy

"A cold, expensive hotel. Why are there no pictures on the walls?" "Because pictures are personal," he said. "And this place is a tool. I don't want anyone to know what I like or who I am when they come here. Look at the desk." I walked over. There were four screens, just like in the woods, but these were showing bank numbers and legal papers. "You’re already back at it," I said. "We almost died two hours ago, and you’re looking at spreadsheets." "I’m looking at the Calloways’ heart," Caspian said. "I’m cutting their air off. Sit down. I ordered you a new phone and some clothes. They’re in the bedroom."

I was here to end a threat. Inside, the air reeked of expensive liquor, perfume, and the raw undertone of wolves suppressing their beasts beneath sleek suits and glittering gowns. It took me less than a heartbeat to spot him. Caspian Steel, lounging arrogantly across a leather couch, a glass of golden liquor in one hand and two women draped on either side of him. He looked every inch the predator, relaxed and smug, enjoying his temporary kingdom.