Page 103 of Dirty Game
I don’t rise to the bait. I just close the binder and set it aside. “We will resume planning tomorrow. You’ll get your war, Korrin, but onmyterms. Don’t forget who the fucking boss is.”
He grins, feral in nature. “Sure, King.”
Cyrus glances at the clock. “You should go. She’ll be waiting.”
I stand, stretch the kink out of my neck. “Call when you’ve gone over all the angles.”
I leave the room without looking back. I know they’ll follow my orders. They always do.
I go on with my day, and by the time I make it back to the penthouse, it’s the dead of night.
The hallway’s empty, the marble floors shining like ice.
Security’s doubled, cameras at every angle. I thumbprint the lock and step inside.
The suite is dead silent.
Rosalynn isn’t on the couch or in the kitchen.
I check the bedrooms.
She’s not in mine, not even in the guest room.
I find her in the office, but she should be in bed at this hour—only she’s curled up in the chair, knees to chest, staring at the monitor wall.
She doesn’t turn when I enter. I watch her for a moment, the way her hair falls over her face, the way her fingers worry the edge of the desk. I want to touch her.
I say, “You didn’t sleep.”
She shakes her head, still not looking at me. “Didn’t want to.”
I walk around, plant myself between her and the screens. “Anything new?”
She shrugs. “Numbers don’t change at night. Only people do.”
It’s a sharp answer. She’s angry at me, or at herself. Maybe both of us.
I lean in, let my hand rest on the back of her chair. “We hit the port tomorrow.”
She looks up, blue eyes rimmed with red. “You’ll be careful?”
I almost smile. “No. But I’ll win.”
She blinks, then nods. “Good.”
I want to say something else, something that will erase the look in her eyes, but my phone buzzes.
I check the screen—unknown number, international code.
I answer, waiting for the voice.
It’s Sienna. “You’re gonna lose your son, King.”
Her voice is exactly as I remember. I say nothing.
She laughs, low. “You still don’t speak unless you have to. I always loved that about you.”
“What do you want?” I keep my tone dead.
