Borrowed time

Alexander’s POV

Collins leans against the edge of the table, arms folded. “Malik still won’t talk,” he says, his voice low, laced with irritation. “Like you said, I’m trying not to go all hard on him—but it’s tempting.”

I nod slightly, barely waiting for him to finish. “Yeah, well… at least we got to him before those people sent to kill him did.” My voice carries a hint of relief, even if the thought unsettles me. “If we’d been even a few hours late, he would’ve been dead, and we’d be chasing nothing but a name.”

The room goes still for a beat, the tension stretching. Then I speak again, slower this time. “But come to think of it… how the hell is Cynthia managing to pull all this off on her own?” 

My brows pull together. “The raid at her hideout was successful, James is now in custody, and still, she’s able to keep playing these twisted games. 

Even the fake investors she used to trap Isabel in that condo—dead. All of them. And with them, every piece