Chapter 91

Kevin slipped out his phone from his jacket pocket and turned it on. There was a text from his screen. It was from his wife, Adriana. She'd gone on a vacation to Maldives and had sent him pictures of her. He wasn't interested. All he wanted from her was to be discreet and not divulge her identity.

Kevin swiped the message and went ahead to tap on his contact icon. He dialed a number and after three rings, the receiver picked up.

"Kevin."

He smiled. He'd been dying to call her for the past three days and now, hearing her speak incited nothing but warmth in him.

"Maya, how are you doing?"

"I miss you, Kev. When are you going to make time to see me?"

Kevin heard the voice of someone familiar and looked up from his phone. It was Ryan, but this time, he wasn't alone. He was with three other men and in their hands were guns.

"Can I give you a call later?" He rose from his seat.

Maya sighed. "Not again. Kevin, you do this–"

Kevin hung up. "I'm sorry, Maya.