Claimed by My Ex’s Uncle
It was old, smooth, and laced with an icy, arrogant authority that could only belong to one man.
Gabriel Vance.
Julian’s grip on my jaw didn't loosen, but his jaw set like reinforced granite. "You're trespassing on my grid, Gabriel."
A cold, quiet cackle echoed from the speaker. "Your grid? Julian, my dear nephew... you're sitting in my chair. You're living in my penthouse. And you're sleeping with the daughter of the fool I ruined twenty years ago."
My fingers dug into Julian’s dark shirt, my eyes flashing with a sudden, searing rage.