Roman stepped out of the shower, his hair plastered across his face. His mother had left him a while ago. He had tried to get some sleep…anything to take his mind off the chaos his life had turned into.

He spotted his shirt on the bed, the white T-shirt Tessa had picked out for him. The one that was supposed to represent his wealth. The one that was now covered in her own blood.

He picked it up and tossed it in the trash. Then dialled a number on his phone.

“Yes sir,” Davin answered almost immediately.

“Meet me outside my suite. You and Victor. It’s time we get to...