Briggs POV
I was halfway through signing off on a contract when my phone lit up again. Mom’s name. Third time this morning.
I let it ring out the first two, but the third one came with a text that said “Please, Briggs. It’s important.” That word—important—always meant someone wanted something from me, and lately that someone was circling Lumi like she was fair game.
I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at the penthouse window, the city spread out below like it didn’t give a damn about any of this.
Lumi was still asleep in our bed, the sheets tangled around her legs the way I’d left them after last night. She looked peaceful for once. I wasn’t about to wake her for this mess.
Brianna showed up at the door ten minutes later, already dressed like she was heading to a board meeting i
