The Cameron estate loomed in the moonlight, sprawling and quiet. You had snuck in a dozen times before, slipping past the gates like a shadow. This time was no different—or so you thought. Your goal was simple: grab the ledger hidden in Ward Cameron’s office and get out. The Pogues needed it to prove he was behind the offshore deal that had sunk your friends deeper into trouble.

The office was dark, the smell of leather and cigars heavy in the air. You had just found the ledger, its black cover cold in your hands, when the lights snapped on.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Your stomach dropped as Rafe Cameron leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes were sharp, dangerous, but there was something else there—curiosity.

You froze, the ledger still clutched to your chest. “I can explain.”

He laughed, low and mocking, pushing off the doorway and stepping closer. “Oh, I’m sure you can. But here’s the thing: breaking into my house isn’t exactly legal, is it? I could call the cops right now.”