Chapter 329: Where is she?
Aaron sat slumped in a dim quiet corner of the 24-hours nightclub notoriously known from its interior seemingly as night even when it is broad daylight.
A cigarette dangled between his fingers, its smoke curling lazily into the stale air, dissipating like the certainty he once had in his future.
His gaze was unfocused, fixed into the distance, his loosened tie hung askew around his neck, and he couldn’t even recall when he’d undone it or when he’d lost track of everything.
His hair was scattered and unkempt, the result of countless frustrated fingers dragging through it.
His eyes were bloodshot, hollow, void of the glint once associated with the dashing young master Aaron Allen. That image of prestige, control, and effortless charm had vanished.
He didn’t believe this was happening. Not to him.
Desmond was supposed to have this under control. Aaron had always believed..no, he had always known that Desmond held the cards.
No matter who stepped up to back Davis, Desmond would find a way to buy them over, to put them back in their place. That was the confidence Aaron had built his world on.
But then, what happened?
"What step had he gone wrong?"
He’d asked himself that question a hundred times in the past few hours, but every path his mind wandered led to the same dead end.
No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t add up.