[Elena's POV]

Noah gripped his holstered Glock. The leather creaked under his fingers.

"I will slaughter your old guard," Noah promised. He stared at the encrypted phone on the desk. "They won't get within a hundred miles of my jet."

A dark laugh echoed through the speaker.

"Save your bullets, Marlowe," Adrian drawled. "I don't let insubordination slide in my syndicate. They tried to usurp my authority. That is a error."

My phone chimed. A text message from Adrian popped onto my screen.

I ...