Luther's POV. 52.
Barefoot. Shirtless. Barely breathing through the rage boiling inside me.
I stormed downstairs, my footsteps heavy against the floor. Every muscle in my body was tense, my fists clenched, veins bulging. I wasn’t here to waste time.
Richard wasn’t in the sitting room. But Maya was. She sat on the couch, sipping a drink like she had nothing better to do.
I stopped in front of her. "Where the f**k is Richard?"
Maya stiffened, the glass in her hand trembling slightly. "Uh…" Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "Why are you looking for him?"
My jaw locked. "Are you seriously standing there wasting my time?"
She licked her lips, clearly nervous, but still stalling. "It's just that… everything’s been quiet and suddenly—"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" My voice was
