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Prologue

TRENT

My fingers drum against the surface of the desk. The sound echoes throughout the space, low and steady. A peaceful rhythm at this hour of the day.

It’s quiet this morning. Dark, ominous skies loom outside my large windows overlooking New York City.

I’m the first person here.

Not unusual, though.

I do a lot of my business overseas, so naturally, I am always ready to work when the UK market opens.

Despite the time, the phone on my desk rings. The tone is a blaring contrast to the surrounding silence.

Its shrill sound reminds me of a fire alarm that takes you by surprise.

Without my assistant here, I’ll have to answer. That’s the only way to be sure it’s not a business emergency. Few people know I get here this early.

Only my most important clients.

And family.

Still knowing this, I don’t answer.

It stops ringing for a brief second, only to start up again.

Must be important.

Letting out a sigh, I grab my office phone.

“Speak,” I respond.

“Mr. Aldridge.”

“This is.”

“Hi, Mr. Aldridge. This is Larry Baker, your father’s attorney.”

“Not interested.”

I lean forward in my chair, about to hang up when he continues. “If I could have a minute of your—”

“No, you may not.”

Nothing my father could say would warrant having a conversation with him. After what he did to my family, he’s lucky I haven’t put a hit out on his ass.

His days are limited, though. My dad isn’t cut out for jail. Orange is not the new black for that man. I have no doubt that he is currently trying to figure a way out.

Either by appeal or a prison escape.

Knowing the type of men he used to be associated with, neither would surprise me.

Because if he doesn’t get out of there, it’s just a matter of time before he gets himself killed.

He has too many enemies.

The Russian mafia wants him dead.

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