Chapter 91: Don’t be afraid.
Christian paced restlessly in his study, refilling his glass for what felt like the hundredth time. He had lost count.
A simple job—enter the estate, kidnap mother and child, and bring them to me. He’d paid them heavily, provided every resource they asked for. And yet, they failed. His money, plans, and hope? Wasted.
He emptied another full glass of vodka down his throat. Such a waste.
At least none of them were caught alive. He couldn’t risk his name being dragged through the mud for associating with low-life criminals. He felt no guilt—he’d paid them enough to cover their little lives.
Still, the investigation worried him. What if the police traced something back to him? Their phones, especially. He had paid them through crypto, but with how advanced technology was now—and how smart some of those stupid cops could be—it was only a matter of time. And with the power and connections Mikael Flynn had, he wouldn’t let it slide if he suspected even that someone was behind the attack.
He had to act. Fast.
"Babe... baby!" Kayla called out.
He ignored her, too drained to deal with whatever she wanted. But she still found him.
"Hey, baby, I was calling you."
She peeked through the door before stepping in. Her brows drew together when she saw how worn out he looked.
She walked over and cupped his face.