Kyle drove through the neighborhood, windows down, letting the breeze cut through the car. The sun was setting, painting everything in orange and gold, and for the first time in days he felt like he could actually breathe. Things were settling. The chaos was becoming manageable. And now a trip to England was on the horizon, a chance to verify the information that had saved his life and potentially change everything for Marcello.
He was having fun, honestly. Navigating this insane world of mafia politics and harem management and billion-dollar rebates. It shouldn't work, but somehow it did.
His phone rang, the sound cutting through the speakers connected via bluetooth. Kyle glanced at the screen on his dashboard. Isabella. The woman he'd left in charge of JPD Agency after buying it and saving it from bankruptcy.
