Inherited Enemies

Rowan

I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt as I stepped into the upscale restaurant, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the polished floors and neatly arranged tables.

 The scent of seared steak and expensive wine filled the air, and soft jazz played in the background. It was the kind of place where men like me and Adrian could discuss business without prying ears, where the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of conversation masked the weight of the deals being made.

Adrian was already waiting at a private booth in the back, sipping on a glass of whiskey. He smirked as I slid into the seat across from him. "Took your time."

I signaled the waiter for a drink before leaning back. "Had some things to take care of."

He scoffed. "Yeah? Like shielding your ex from a hail of bullets?"

I stiffened, my fingers curling slightly on the table. "That's not what happened, you were there."