Noah's POV

"Don, Marco wants to see you. Something about Jake," Caleb told me as I slid the signed contract across the table.

Perfect timing. I didn't even get a chance to breathe before the next fire needed putting out.

It had been three hours since I'd left the estate. I wasn't sure how my little pet was doing in her new cage, but I was sure Jake and my ever-annoying sister had gone crying to my father.

Thirty minutes later, I walked into my father's villa, only to be told Jake and Monica had ...