ADRIAN'S POV
Nate lay against me for a long, necessary moment, the weight of his spent body a satisfying confirmation of my dominance. The raw, desperate honesty of his voice, "The bank... the offshore accounts. He moves money through a network in Geneva," was the true currency of our exchange. He gave me the truth, bought by his humiliation and driven by his addiction.
I continued to stroke the back of his neck, letting the rhythm of my touch anchor his shattered senses. He was trembling, not just from the aftershock of his release, but from the full, crushing realization of the treason he had just committed against his own code. He had come here for intelligence, and he had paid with a surrender that would haunt him far more than any physical interrogation.
"Get up, Captain," I finally murmured, pulling back just enough to force him to steady himself, yet keeping my hands firmly planted on his shoulders. "That was merely the opening transaction. We have work to do."
