DOM: Chapter 7

My chest expands as I stand from my couch.

“Call Vance,” I call out to Rob, my second in command, who’s sitting at the kitchen island. “Tell him to get to the airfield. I want wheels up in thirty.”

I stride toward the stairs on the other side of my penthouse. I need to pack a bag.

“City for the flight plan?” Rob asks my retreating form.

“Vegas.”