Ruin Me, Blackwood
Before I could respond, the door creaked open and Mia, my assistant, stepped inside with a cautious smile.
“Mr. Blackwood,” she said softly, sensing the tension in the room. “There’s a call on line two — it’s urgent.”
I nodded, grateful for the interruption. Whatever was happening outside this room could wait.
I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. The voice on the other end was familiar, cold, and loaded with menace.
“Dominic,” the voice said, smooth and dangerous. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Don’t forget who holds the cards.”