Chapter 15

Nathan's POV

The cup is set down in front of me, the steam curling into the air, but I keep my attention fixed on the documents spread across the table. We’re trying to sort out something long overdue, something important, making sure people can leave this place safely. Finding a firm we trust has proven harder than expected.

“How about we just start our own?” Theo leans back in his chair, arms behind his head like he’s tossing out an idea about lunch, not logistics.

I raise my head and meet his eyes. “How is that even remotely like any of our other businesses?”

Because it’s not. We own BDSM clubs, boutique s*x shops, even a couple of adult-focused dating platforms. We don’t do transport. That’s not us.

“I agree with Theo… but also don’t,” Mason says, his tone caught somewhere betwee