Alex stared out the window, his gaze distant, lost in the depths of his thoughts.
The conversation with Tryson replayed in his mind like an echo he couldn't silence—the moment his son had called, asking for a talk.
It had been unexpected, but Alex knew Tryson well enough to sense there was something more beneath the surface of his words.
His car sat parked in the lot of the luxurious resort, the dim glow of the streetlights casting long shadows around it.
Seated in the backseat, Alex waited, his fingers drumming idly against the leather interior, his patience unwavering.
Then, finally, the moment arrived.
Tryson stepped into the car, and as soon as he did, the doors were shut with a firm thud by the men stationed outside.
"You said you would be returning her to me," Alex spoke, his voice edged with restrained fury. "Why is she still with you?" His tone was measured, calm even, but the tension simmering beneath his words was unmistakable.