I had unfinished business with Ayla, but it had to wait.
Business never ran itself.
And while our legal businesses were a good front, the safe shipment of drugs and weapons had gone smoothly because Father had handled it in my absence.
The thought I'd shown weakness grated on my nerves.
The plan had been simple: get to Chicago, confront Ayla about the baby—she had no idea I knew he was mine.
But that video from Alexander had ruined everything.
But Alejandro's fuck-up had been dealt with.
At least with every member of his family wiped out, it'd teach others not to think twice about betraying me.
I stood by the private terrace, curtained with enough plants to suggest privacy.
"Mr. Cassian…" a female voice from behind scraped the quietness from this end of the large dining hall.
People were either too stupid to cross the line or just moving with a death wish over their heads to want to sour my mood.
