Perry’s POVI slammed the door behind me as I left Silas Moretti’s office. My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking with anger. 

That smug jerk sat there, sipping whiskey, acting like he owned the world. He admitted he was fucking with my wife, and had the guts to tell me he wouldn’t stop.

My wife! 

And he had the nerve to bring up Interpol, like he knew all about the trouble I was in. Still, Silas knowing about it made my blood boil.

I stomped down the hallway, the bright lights ...