I took her because I believed she was the fastest way to the truth. She figured out how to make that work in her favor.
My father was murdered, but his company still controls the ports. Now everyone is watching to see if I can toe the line.
I don’t make emotional decisions. I make effective ones. So when I kidnap the one person who should force the truth into the light, I expect authority. What I don’t expect is her.
I thrive on restraint, and she knows exactly how to use her body to fracture it. Every time I give in, I lose a little more ground. This was supposed to be contained. A means to an end.
But the more I unravel the truth behind my father’s murder, the clearer it becomes: Taking her wasn’t the mistake. Wanting her is.
