Betrayed by Blood
Matt paced the length of his office, his fingers drumming against the side of his whiskey glass. The liquid sloshed inside, but he barely noticed. His other hand raked through his hair for the hundredth time, his breaths coming shallow and uneven.
The only sound was the quiet ticking of the wall clock. A sound that had become unbearable over the past hour.
Where was the call?
His assassin should have checked in by now. It was a simple job. Get in, kill Cain, and disappear. A clean, silent execution. Yet, the silence stretched on, thick with unease.
He took another sip of his drink, but the alcohol did nothing to settle his nerves. His mind ran in circles, thinking of every possibility he didn't want to consider.
What if something had gone wrong?
What if Cain had…
