Gina
The second Victor’s voice came through Zander’s phone, the entire penthouse changed.
Michael was already moving before the call disconnected, shouting orders into his radio and sending two security teams toward Sarah’s house. Zander stood beside the kitchen island with his phone still in his hand, staring at the blank screen as if sheer anger could force Victor to call back. I had never seen him look like that before. He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t pacing. He didn’t even curse.
He just looked dangerous.
And all I could think about was Sarah.
My friend.
The woman who had laughed with me at the House of Blues, covered for Zander when I almost discovered who he really was, warned him not to play games with me, and somehow still managed to answer his calls every day without telling him t
