Theo was still covered in blood when he got home, his hands nearly dripping with the crimson liquid. Adrian had dropped him off late and went directly home to go detail the car or whatever he did when Theo got blood all over the upholstery. He’d needed to have a somewhat more hands-on approach with the son of a bitch who had tried to infiltrate one of his operations. Theo didn’t like spies, the man’s head was currently in a box on its way to his boss back in Chicago.