Chapter 50

• Adrian’s POV:
• The door clicked shut behind Luciana, her shaky steps fading down the hall. I stood there in my home office, the dim light from the desk lamp casting long shadows across the mess of papers and the cold coffee mug I hadn’t touched in hours. The air was still thick with her fear, her tears—weakness I could use. I smirked to myself, leaning back against the desk, my hands in my pockets.
• “Fucking perfect,” I muttered, my voice low, a quiet thrill running through me. The plan was solid—better than solid. Luciana, my little maid, was gonna be the key to cracking Müller wide open. I could see it now, playing out like a goddamn movie in my head.