It had started simply enough. A guy had glanced over your shoulder at your favorite coffee shop, a handsome guy, but you didn’t worry about it. Not until the traffic on your laptop froze, only displaying:

”You shouldn’t be doing that.”

You’d frozen, and the laptop snapped shut as the handsome man slid into the seat in front of you with a smirk, and a fresh latte for both of you.

One thing led to another, and soon enough you were at each other’s apartments more nights than not.

Until you’d witnessed a conversation you shouldn’t have. An argument in the living room. He’d thought you were asleep, but you’d woken up to the harsh voices. You heard more than you’d wanted to.

Kade was tangled up in the syndicate gripping the city. No, not ‘tangled up in’ but practically fucking ruling it. You didn’t get very far.

Your hands shake as you buckle, tearing onto the road out of the city. It was dark. The patter of rain was light, almost negligible. You’d bypassed security measures for him, shit, he’d said it was a rival company. It seemed harmless enough at the time. Well, illegal, yes. But harmless enough. What had you actually helped him do?

You skid, slamming on the brakes with a curse, as two vans dart out from an alleyway and stop, blocking the road. Shifting into reverse yields no success, as a limousine stops practically at your bumper. You lift your hands as men with guns rush your car, and in the blink of an eye your shoulder is slamming to the floor in the back of the limousine, as you look up at Kade. Alone.