#1-night assassins series
The hunger for revenge makes us go to great lengths. It wins against our morals, makes us cross lines and betray who we love.
Damien Erik, the most powerful and feared businessman in the world, the devil of the underworld...
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"Ouch." I groaned as I smoothed the pain in my toes. Shouldn’t have worn heels.
The elevator of Cade's penthouse closed behind me. I've been here so many times before so I knew the password for Cade's penthouse.
His penthouse is in the Maxion city's highest and most expensive building. 24-foot-high floor to ceiling window that provides the perfect view of the sea link.
My heels made a clacking sound as I walked on the dark brown marble floor, passing the weird and rare collection of paintings on the hallway wall.
This penthouse is not so different from a maze, even though I know ways around here but I don't know where Cade is. After walking aimlessly, I reach the gym, from where the blast of music was coming.
"Hey, Zaria." Cade greeted me without looking back at me. I stood at the threshold with his back facing me. He is on a stool facing the window, wearing a sleeveless royal-blue color t-shirt and headphones hanging on his neck.
Even through the tattoos, the veins in his big muscular arms are very visible. "How did you know it's me?" I ask him.
This gym room is very far from the entrance, there is no way he heard or saw me coming. He placed the heavy dumbbell down and turned to face me. All drenched in sweat, a few strands of wet hair falling over his forehead and the t-shirt clung over his packs.
"Magic." It was a joke but his expressions are stoic and not a usual expression of someone who is actually joking. Whatever.
"I'll be waiting in the living room. Go and take a shower." I scrunch up my nose and walk out.
