Unknown POV
I was still on the phone with Edward, my right hand, when I reached “The Cage.”
Fitting name, right?
We came up with it on a drunken night, back when this was still just an idea and not a full-blown operation, back when we had no clue how big it would get, how fast it would grow, how easy it would be once we understood exactly what people were willing to pay for if you gave them the right kind of anonymity.
We got so drunk that night I could barely stand the next morning, even with my wolf trying to heal me through the worst of it, my head splitting open with every step like something inside it had cracked and refused to settle back into place.
Spiked whiskey never had the same appeal after that.
Still worth it.
Because that was the night everything started.
We had foun
