Chapter 94

• Ryan’s fist slammed against the penthouse door, the sound cracking through the quiet hallway like a gunshot. His pulse thundered, a raw, jagged rhythm that matched the fury boiling in his chest. He didn’t knock again. He didn’t need to. The door swung open, and there she was.. Johanna, lounging against the frame, her red silk robe slipping off one shoulder, lips curled into that infuriating smirk that made his skin crawl.
• “Ryan,” she purred, voice dripping like honey over broken glass. “You’re early. Miss me that much?”
• He pushed past her, the air in the penthouse thick with her perfume.. jasmine, too sweet, too sharp, like a trap he’d walked into before. The city skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, cold and distant, mocking the heat in his veins. “The tape,” he growled, turning to face her, his hands already flexing into fists. “The original. Now.”