♤Adrian♤

 "You got him?" I asked, tucking the phone between my shoulder and neck while buttoning my shirt.

 "He gave a fake signal. He was never really going to Washington," Axel said.

 I froze, my hand still on the last button.

 What?

 "How the fuck did he pull that off?" I muttered, irritation flaring. Derrick playing me was the last thing I needed right now.

 I had enough to deal with. My wife, for one. We’d crossed a line last night—one we couldn’t uncross.

 And now, she ...