Benefactor

KAEL

Los Angeles welcomed me with its usual blend of arrogance and excess. The city reeked of desperation—men clawing at power, parading their wealth like peacocks, mistaking noise for influence.

I stepped off the jet, barely sparing a glance at the crew. Niko was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs, standing at attention like a soldier awaiting orders. He was nothing if not disciplined.

"The villa?" he asked, though we both knew the answer.

I adjusted my cuffs, my pace unhurried. "You already know I have no interest in that circus."

Niko gave a single nod, falling in step beside me. "The car is ready. Blackwell is expecting you at The Sinclair."

Nathaniel Blackwell. A man who thought himself bold enough to sit at my table.