Chapter 72: Maybe I was the traitor.Or maybe I was just stupid.Because even now, with my feet deep in enemy territory, surrounded by people who would slit my throat the moment I failed them, my thoughts kept circling back to her.Caroline.Her laugh. Her stubbornness. Her belief in me — even when I didn’t believe in myself.I stared at the cracked mirror above the sink in the lair’s guest quarters. My face looked the same. But it wasn’t. Not anymore.“You can still fix it,” the voice in my head whispered.But I knew better. I had already made the choice when I gave Diane that information. When I showed up here in the black coat she’d given me. When I stood still and watched Robertson bleed out without blinking.A door opened somewhere down the hall. Heavy footsteps.I straightened, brushed my hair behind my ears, and walked into the war room. The others weren’t back yet. I had time to pretend I wasn’t suffocating in my own skin.Until he walked in.Kelly.My heart stuttered before
Chapter 71:Gina's POV “I hope you’re not still sulking,” Diane said sweetly, strutting into the candle-lit hall like she was walking a runway instead of a villain’s lair.“I’m not sulking,” I muttered, arms crossed, watching her fix her lipstick in a compact mirror like we weren’t in the middle of planning someone’s destruction.“You’re frowning. That counts.”“I’m thinking.”“Mm. Dangerous.”I didn’t answer.She shut the compact with a snap. “I need you alert tonight. We’re making our move.”My gaze lifted. “Already?”Diane turned to face me fully. Her eyes — steel blue and cold as hell — glinted like polished knives. “Robertson’s death changes everything. We can't afford to wait. Reynolds is panicking. Jayson’s pretending he’s not, but you know how boys get when they lose their toys.”“So what’s the plan?”A slow smirk spread across her face. “We hit where it hurts. Not just Kane. Everyone close to him. Friends, allies, secrets… including Kelly.”My heart skipped. “Kelly?”She nod
Chapter 70:Kane's POVI didn’t think I’d ever see the inside of my home and feel... peace.But there she was — barefoot, wrapped in one of my hoodies that hung ridiculously off her frame, walking around the living room like she owned the place.Which, to be fair, she basically did now.Caroline plopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “You call this a couch? It’s the size of a small boat, Kane.”I raised an eyebrow, watching her get swallowed by the plush cushions. “You’re just small.”“No,” she said, squinting at me. “You’re just abnormally large. You know what you are?”“Charming? Devilishly handsome? A living nightmare?”She pointed a finger. “A wall. An emotionally constipated, broody, soft-hearted wall.”I barked out a laugh, tossing the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and settling beside her. “You forgot ruggedly attractive.”“No, I didn’t forget,” she said with a smirk. “I just didn’t want to boost your ego more than it already is.”We both sat there for a second, the
Chapter 69:Raymond's POV“He’s dead,” I said flatly, tapping the edge of my phone against the desk.I didn’t need to say who. Reynold already knew. The news had hit the underground channels this morning. Robertson Perez, the loyal, loud, and ultimately a liability found with two bullets in his chest was dumped like garbage near the woods.Father didn’t even look up from his tea. “Hmm.”That was it. Hmm. Like we’d lost a janitor, not a man who had nearly crushed Kane and left Caroline half-broken.I clenched my jaw. “He was valuable.”“He was reckless.” Reynold finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable, as usual. “Sloppy. Kane escaped. Caroline’s still breathing. Kelly turned ghost. How valuable was he, really?”“He was a distraction,” I replied, calmly swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “And now I have to find a new one.”Reynold leaned back in his chair. “Good. Then do it. And this time, not just distractions. Make moves.”I hated that tone — like he was instructing a serva
Chapter 68:Kelly's POV “He’s dead?” Diane asked, her voice sharp enough to slice glass.She stood at the edge of the long marble counter in the penthouse suite we used for meetings. Her silk robe slipped down one shoulder, but she didn’t notice. Or care. Her perfectly manicured nails gripped the edge like she was trying not to flip the whole room over.“Yes,” I said simply, watching her from the far end of the room, arms crossed. “Robertson’s body was found near one of the old black sites. Execution-style. Bullet to the head.”Gina let out a soft gasp from her seat on the couch, eyes darting between us. “W-Who… who would do that? He was careful. Always paranoid.”Diane laughed. Cold. Bitter. “Paranoia doesn’t save you when you’re stupid.”She turned to face me, her red hair catching the sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her eyes, always a little too bright, a little too empty, locked onto mine.“You’re sure Kane didn’t do it?”“I’m not ruling him out,” I said. “
Chapter 67:Caroline's POV“Fuck you,” I spat, and drove the shard into his thigh.He screamed, an animalistic, high-pitched howl that echoed through the warehouse. His eyes bulged. His hands flailed. His leg buckled.“You crazy little bitch!” he shouted, stumbling back.I twisted the shard deeper, felt it grind against bone. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his thigh, blood gushing between his fingers.“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I hissed, yanking my hand free. “That’s what prey does when it stops running.”He lunged for me, but I was already moving. My fingers slipped against the rope binding my wrists, my skin tearing with it. The pain was blinding, but I yanked again and again until I was free.“I’m going to cut out your tongue for this!” he shouted, dragging himself across the floor, legs smeared in red.I didn’t answer.I ran.My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else, his curses, the creaking metal above, the distant hum of a generator. My whole body screamed in prote