The Drago estate was finally quiet. It was past two in the morning when the black SUV rolled through the gates. Viktor stepped out first, with his jacket off his body, shirt sleeves rolled high, dried blood still flaking from his forearms.
Luka followed, yawning, phone in hand. He was tired of being a handbag.
Viktor didn't speak until they were inside.
"Gerald," he called, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
Gerald appeared almost instantly from the shadows of the hallway. Still, in his suit, he looked tired after supervising the cleaners to clean the whole house, but he still looked sharp.
"Sir."
"Come with me to the office. Now."
They walked away while Luka found his way to his room. The office door closed behind them with a soft click.
Gerald placed a tablet on the desk.
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