Xavier had big plans already in motion in his head. He wanted her to come to him by herself. The way she came into the room with that energy and courage made him smile. As much as he was angry that she now wanted a divorce so early, when only six months were left, it made him feel something. That feeling didn’t want her to leave, so keeping her close and monitoring her would help him keep tabs on her and keep her at a safe distance. The thought of Creek’s hands on her made him angry. He wished to kill Creek, but he respected Zayne. The way she looked at him timidly made him hard. He liked her both feisty and timid; she looked so sexy. Her lips that night at the wedding, her skin in his hands. “Boss,” his man called out to him. “What?” He was a little annoyed by the fact that the man disturbed his train of thought. “We have him… the shooter,” the man stammered. Xavier was now feared by all his men. After the

“How are you, my son?” “I’m good, Mother. How are Lia and Father?” “They are good. Are you eating well? Lia told me about your business environment how you are busy all the time.” “I am eating well, Mother. You shouldn’t stress about that.” “I know, but Zayne got shot at his wedding, and you are his best friend. I know you are stressed, and I fear for your well-being.” “I know, Mother, but you know I’m married now and own a business. I can handle these things.” “How is Zayne doing?” “He is well.” Zayne walked in through the door without knocking, as usual. “Morning,” he smiled. “Speaking of the devil, Zayne just arrived,” Xavier said with a smile, tucking in his shirt. His phone was on the footstool in the walk-in closet. “Morning, Moth