He slipped a finger under the seal and drew out the crisp, engraved paper. His gaze moved over the sharp, elegant script… then hardened.
This wasn't a warning.
It wasn't a threat from a rival.
It was an invitation.
From Mr. Grayson.
Adrian's father.
Matteo glanced down at Adrian, his head resting heavily against his shoulder, his breathing slow and steady. He looked back at the card, his expression tensing slightly.
Why would he want to see me?
The silence in the car felt suffocating.
He turned the card slowly in his hand, his mind caught in a storm of doubt.
Should he tell Adrian… or not?
The questions clawed at him, refusing to settle.
In the end, he slipped the card back into his suit and made a quiet decision.
Tomorrow will decide.
