Chapter 14 Snake's Den

• "If you shoot her lawyer, Casian, make sure you use a clean weapon," Megan said smoothly, her voice cutting through the heavy hum of the Maybach’s engine as the car turned onto the long, gravel driveway of the Vane Estate in Long Island.
• Casian didn't break his cold, unreadable glare out the window. Dressed in a tailored charcoal three-piece suit, his posture was as rigid as iron, his broad frame casting a dark, heavy aura inside the luxury vehicle.
• "I don't waste bullets on second-rate corporate lawyers, Megan," Casian growled, his gravelly voice dropping to a low, rough frequency. He turned his head slowly, his dark hazel eyes locking onto her face. "I destroy their licenses, take their assets, and leave them to starve on Wall Street."