GABRIEL KNIGHT'S POV
I leaned back in my plush leather chair, staring at the stack of paperwork on my desk. The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, casting a warm glow over the room. Being the CEO of Knight Enterprises had its perks, but it also came with an endless list of responsibilities. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to focus on the latest financial report.
Just as I was about to dive back into the figures, my phone buzzed. The caller ID showed it was one of my top guards from the other side of my life—the part no one in the corporate world knew about. I picked up the phone, my demeanor shifting from CEO to mafia boss in an instant.
"Knight here," I answered curtly.
"Boss, we've got a situation," the guard's voice came through, tense and urgent.
"What happened?" I demanded, already feeling a surge of anger.
