Donki sighed inwardly, knowing full well that over the years, the playful bickering and cold wars between Alpha and his wife had somehow become their peculiar way of showing affection. Tara's words were sharp, but beneath the surface, her frustration was clear.
Tara gripped her phone tighter, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing the screen as she silently cursed Gustave over and over, her mind filled with unresolved bitterness.
Meanwhile, far in South Africa, Gustave stood with one hand in his pocket, his chiseled features as cold and unyielding as ever. The passage of time had only sharpened the intensity of his gaze, his eyes like those of a predator, piercing and unreadable.
On the phone, his voice was low and steady. "Adolf is no simple man. Keep an eye on Will and Martin's situation."
"Of course," Burke's voice crackled back with its usual cocky bravado. "But I don't want to get too involved. The kid's no ordinary one now, is he? He already got me good on Black Rock Island…"
