I took a deep breath and turned to face. My facial expression was neutral. “I thought you don't like black coffee.”
When he heard those words, he didn’t respond, but his jaw tightened. Both of us knew the truth. He hated black coffee, yet I’d always forced him to drink it.
I knew that it would help him to endure the stress of our dangerous world. This morning, I chose not to care.
I ignored his darkening gaze and downed my cup in one swift gulp. Then I placed my plate in the sink and grabbed my bag.
“Let me take you to the office.”
I didn’t wait for his permission as I walked toward the door.
From behind, I heard him offering me to work, but I dismissed it as my imagination. To be honest, Christopher never bothered to share a car with me.
We’d been together for eight years and used to go side by side. Undoubtedly, our relationship had grown cold. It seemed like it was just another transaction in this bloody business.
The Office
By the time I arrived at the Wilson Headquarters, the whispers had already begun.
The sleek, glass-walled building was a front for one of the most dangerous criminal empires in the city.