Myron's POV
The wine bottle was cold in my hand and honestly, it felt good. I didn't bother with a glass. Just twisted the cap off and drank straight from the neck. Smooth, expensive, aged... the kind of wine I used to save for special occasions. Tonight felt like one.
Finally. Oh finally! That thorn in my side, Stephanie, was out of the picture. Gone. The guys I sent, they were the best I had. Hard men. They were quiet and got things done fast. They've never failed any mission I've sent them before. Once they told me to consider it done, I knew I could breathe again.
Now it was just me, a bottle, and a future without her in it.
