CASSIAN
A disgusted gaze met mine, and it lifted a soft laugh from me.
Beautiful and feisty.
After the meeting with Dante, I'd been held in New York up for three days, dealing with some unsavory business that involved some missing products.
It had taken every fucking muscle not to be here the moment Alexander's update on Ayla and her fucking perfect date showed on my screen.
It shouldn't be my business.
But she was my business.
And the thought of Kane Vashawn's hand—America's sweetheart and fucking saint—beside Ayla sent darkness flaring in my chest.
The bloody American had a death wish.
Ignoring the multiple messages from Ginerva, Nico and I made a little trip to Chicago.
Videos didn't do justice.
The sight of Kane Vashawn kissing Ayla coated my vision with a red mist. Rage blistered in my blood.
I forced myself to remain calm and wait for him to leave.
Who knew what his bloody excuse had been; he'd fucking stepped down.
The nerve of him to walk her to her apartment.
