SIXTY-THREE

MIGUEL’S POV

A loud banging jolted me awake, pulling me from the depths of sleep. As I attempted to open my eyes, a haze blurred my vision, a heavy fog that seemed to cling to me.

I groaned, pushing myself up from the bed, the sheets clinging to my skin like a second layer.

I lifted my hands to massage my temples, tilting my head from side to side, cracking it with the support of my hand.

I heard the sound of water running and I figured Elise was in there.

“Hmmm… Elise,” I growled softly.

Stumbling to my closet, I grabbed a wrinkled shirt and a pair of pants, throwing them on haphazardly. I took a moment to compose myself, smoothing down the fabric as I approached the door.

“Boss, there’s something you should know,” Joe said, immediately the door swung open.

I cleared my throat, eager to know why the heck he was knocking on my door this early on a Saturday morning.

“It better be good Joe,” I warned, my eyes still heavy.

“I think I know why the Russians pulled out,” he said, his tone s