Chapter 31: Planning The Wedding

On the west side of Drako, in the Carlos Group chairman's office, the air felt like a storm about to break. Carlos Mabre, the founder whose name carried weight on both sides of the law, sat rigid with tension, sweat beading on his forehead.  Maya lounged in the executive chair behind the desk, her expression cool and unreadable while Grayson perched on the edge of the desk, idly turning a small knife between his fingers, trimming his nails. At Carlos' feet sprawled a burly man with a thick,...