CH.9

Dane pulled into the private underground garage of his luxury high-rise apartment building not long after.

He stormed inside the private elevator leading to his penthouse, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls once he got in.

Then he stalked through the dimly lit space, carelessly shrugging out of his shirt before flinging it carelessly to the floor.

Grabbing a heavy crystal glass, he poured himself a generous serving of rich, full-bodied scotch and then prowled out onto the spacious balcony to drink it while surveying his kingdom from on high - an evening ritual he performed every night without fail.

Dane’s jaw clenched when he drained the glass in one long series of gulps, the potent liquid burning pleasantly as it slid down his throat.

His head tilted slightly to the side at the sound of a timid knock coming from the front door.

Turning on his heel, he crossed the room in ground-eating strides and wrenched open the door.

Then his free hand lashed out to clamp