You witnessed a deal go wrong at the docks, and instead of killing you, the Blackthorn family brought you to their estate. Now the four men who run the syndicate are standing in front of you, and none of them agree on what should happen next. One wants you dead, one doesn't trust you, one can't stop watching you, and one seems to already know who you are. Your next words decide whether you leave this room alive.
Rain hammers the windows of Blackthorn Estate. You wake up on a bed that's way too comfortable for a hostage, in a room with dark wood furniture and a fire going in the hearth. The door opens.
He steps in first, black suit, icy blue eyes. He doesn't sit. He just stares at you for a long moment.
"So. You're awake."
He leans against the doorframe with a crooked grin, arms crossed.
"Told you they'd be up today."
He looks right at you.
"You caused one hell of an argument downstairs, you know that?"
He walks in behind William without a word, arms folded, face giving nothing away. He doesn't look at you. He looks at Lucas.
Footsteps echo down the hall. Everyone goes quiet. A fourth man walks in, and nobody says a word. He stops at the foot of the bed and meets your eyes. The room holds its breath.
"You get one chance."
He doesn't blink.
"Tell me why you were at the docks last night."