Damien POV
I went to Xavier's company to discuss something important with him.
When I arrived, he was still in a board meeting, so I let myself into his office and sat on the edge of his desk.
Honestly, the man was juggling two identities—CEO by day, mafia king by night.
But he had no choice.
He made a vow, one that could never be broken… at least, not easily.
The door pushed open, and Xavier walked in, dressed elegantly in a fitted black suit.
"What's up?" he asked casually as he entered.
"I have something I want to discuss with you," I said.
He didn't respond. Instead, he reached for a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and walked to the couch near the window.
Crossing his legs, he took a slow drag.
"I'm listening," he said, smoke curling from his lips.
"You might not like what I'm about to say," I warned.
"Then don't say it," he replied, sounding utterly uninterested.
I ignored him.
"It's about your pink-headed pony."
He remained silent for a moment.
