Milo’s POV

The rain hadn’t stopped, hammering the penthouse windows like it wanted to break in. I stood in my study, the phone still warm from my call with Boris, his words ringing in my ears:

“Sergei’s meeting someone near Victor’s old place. It’s bad, Milo.” The note from last night, “Victor’s debts run deeper than you know. A new player is watching” sat on my desk, a taunt I couldn’t shake. Someone was out there, pulling strings, and every instinct screamed it was ...