CHAPTER 57

Cian POV

I leaned back in my leather chair, my eyes narrowing as I considered my next move. The plan was starting to take shape, each piece falling into place like a well-crafted puzzle. My fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished wood of my desk as I gazed out of the large window of my office, the view of the sprawling city below doing little to quell the dark thoughts brewing in my mind.

David had been a disappointment --- getting himself beaten up by Vanya, of all people, had been nothing short of embarrassing. But now, he was going to be given a chance to redeem himself. And I was nothing if not strategic; I knew how to use people, how to bend them into doing exactly what I needed. That was my gift, my power. It is why I'm the alpha, why I rule with an iron fist.

"David," I said, my voice low and calculated as I looked across the room at my subordinate. David was still nursing the bruises from his last encounter with Vanya, his face a mess of healing cuts and fading discolora