Author POV

Gray opened his eyes the next morning, the dull ache in his chest the first thing he felt—before he even remembered why it hurt. He reached blindly for his phone on the nightstand. A notification blinked.

A message from Giovanni.

[How are you feeling? I wanted to check if you’re fine.]

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle and almost tossed the phone aside. But another message popped up instantly from one of the men he assigned to keep an eye on the area.

[Nathan came to the ...