Chapter 4 - THE GOLDEN CAGE
Hunter was taken to a sprawling, fortress-like estate in the Hamptons. For three days, she was kept in a luxurious guest room with locked doors and guards outside. When Cain finally summoned her to his study, he was standing by a massive fireplace, holding a dossier.
"Hunter Bennett. Daughter of Ambassador Thomas Bennett. Raised in Paris, Rome, Moscow, Beijing, and Belgrade. Your father died in a car bomb five years ago. You vanished shortly after." Cain tossed the file on his mahogany desk. "You've been hiding in plain sight."
"If you know who I am, then you know I'm no threat to you," Hunter said, crossing her arms to hide a shiver.
"You saved my life," Cain said, stepping closer. The sheer magnetic pull of the man was suffocating. Beneath his ruthless exterior, Hunter sensed a deep, echoing isolation. A king surrounded by soldiers, but no equals. "Why?"
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"I don't like messes," she replied dryly.
The ghost of a smile touched Cain’s lips. "I need a translator, Hunter. Volkov is uniting the Bratva and the Triads against me. My syndicate is bleeding from the inside. I can't trust my own lieutenants. But I can trust the woman who owes me nothing but saved my life anyway."
