This day was a hectic day for Beckett, but his body was already used to it. He pushed himself to work harder and be more determined just so he could escape from sadness every time he was alone.

What he wasn't used to was the fact that instead of resting and sleeping, Vivianne was still on his mind.

"Fuck," Beckett muttered as he drank the whiskey in his glass in one sitting.

Instead of staying in the penthouse, he went to the den where his men were. His drug cartel was one form of his escape. ...