THIRD PERSON POV
He was running out of time, and the frustration was crawling under his skin like a living thing, scratching, gnawing. Ten days. Ten whole f*****g days he'd tried to get into Vanessa’s room to finish the job, but it was like the whole damn world was conspiring against him. Every time he got close, some excuse, some distraction, kept him out. The damn lawyer barely left her side, and if it wasn't him, it was that kid of hers, or some bulky bodyguard. Unbelievable.
The clock was ticking, and he knew what that meant. Three days left, and if he didn’t get the job done, his father would send his cousin to do it, and that would be a disaster. That wasn’t happening. Not while he still had any say in the matter. If he wanted to keep control, he’d have to play smarter, faster, an
