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Chapter Thirty six: Lucien POV

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Théo comes down the stairs the same way he went up, measured, deliberate, the footsteps of a boy who has learned to move carefully in uncertain situations without being told why the situation is uncertain.

He comes into the kitchen and he looks at the assembled room and he does what I have watched Faye do a hundred times in the past twenty five days, he reads it. Completely. In the specific, unhurried way of someone who grew up in a quiet place with a vigilant mother and learned early that room
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    Four hours from Washington to Varenholm if you obey traffic law.Nadia drives. I sit in the passenger seat because my hands need something to do and the wheel is the something. Faye is in the back with her phone, managing the legal team, the regulatory confirmations, and updates from Reth. Reth follows in the second vehicle behind us while the city disappears in the mirrors.Gregor went outside twenty minutes ago and did not come back.I sit with that fact carefully. Gregor is sixty one years old. He spent twelve years inside Marre’s operation and the last two weeks inside my compound learning how to exist there again. He walked outside. Eight of Kelsh’s unofficial people arrived on the perimeter road shortly afterward.Those facts are connected.“He knew they were coming,” I say.Nadia glances at me.“Gregor,” I continue. “He knew Kelsh had reach inside the network. He spent years there. He would have understood exactly what Kelsh was capable of. I pause. “He went outside because he

  • Biker's Temptation:Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King   Chapter forty nine: Lucien POV

    Four hours from Washington to Varenholm if you obey traffic law.Nadia drives. I sit in the passenger seat because my hands need something to do and the wheel is the something. Faye is in the back with her phone, managing the legal team, the regulatory confirmations, and updates from Reth. Reth follows in the second vehicle behind us while the city disappears in the mirrors.Gregor went outside twenty minutes ago and did not come back.I sit with that fact carefully. Gregor is sixty one years old. He spent twelve years inside Marre’s operation and the last two weeks inside my compound learning how to exist there again. He walked outside. Eight of Kelsh’s unofficial people arrived on the perimeter road shortly afterward.Those facts are connected.“He knew they were coming,” I say.Nadia glances at me.“Gregor,” I continue. “He knew Kelsh had reach inside the network. He spent years there. He would have understood exactly what Kelsh was capable of. I pause. “He went outside because he

  • Biker's Temptation:Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King   Chapter forty eight: Faye POV

    The vehicle at the top of the ramp does not move.It sits at the entrance with its headlights cutting down into the parking structure, two beams of light in the underground dark, illuminating the ramp but not reaching us. Not surveillance. Surveillance does not announce itself with headlights. This is something that wants to be seen. Something that is communicating: we know where you are.Nadia's composure is back. The fracture lasted four seconds and is now fully sealed the three years of federal analytical training reasserting itself over whatever the phone call produced in the personal layer beneath it."How many?" Lucien says. Completely operational. No other register available to him right now, which is correct."The call said two vehicles," Nadia says. "One at the entrance. One at the street level exit on the north side." She looks at her phone. "My associate in the second vehicle is at the north exit. He can't move them.""He shouldn't try," Lucien says. "Moving them tells us n

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    Nadia Sorel looks like me.That is the first thing, the involuntary inventory that I apparently do now, that I did with Dmitri and that I am doing here, in the lobby of a Washington hotel at two-fifteen in the morning with the rain starting again outside. Not dramatically. The jaw and the eyes and the specific quality of stillness that I have always considered entirely mine because I had no frame of reference for where it came from.It came from somewhere.She is thirty-six years old and she is standing in my hotel lobby in a dark jacket with the composed, unhurried attention of someone who has been planning this moment for a long time and is now executing it with the focused clarity of a person who does not have time for anything except the essential.She looks at me.I look at her."Yes," she says, answering the question I have not asked. "Same father.""We don't know that yet," I say."I know it," she says. "I've been looking at your photographs for fifteen years. I know it the way

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    Washington arrives with rain, not dramatic, just persistent and low, the kind that flattens the city into grey and makes everything look slightly worn. We drive from the airport through streets that reflect their own lights back into the sky. I watch the city assemble itself outside the window and think of the last time I was in a place like this. Three weeks before I ran. A dinner my father hosted for Anton Reves’s people twenty wolves in suits around a long table and me at the far end, positioned like furniture placed for completeness rather than participation.That version of this city belongs to a different life. This version has Lucien beside me, Reth in the front seat handling logistics with calm efficiency, treating Washington as a manageable problem. The Vera estate meeting is set for ten tomorrow morning. Nadia Sorel is somewhere in this city with a blue covered notebook, eleven years of agricultural equipment cover, and forty seven hours of our documentation shaping whatever

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    It takes Reth forty-eight hours to trace the address.Not because he is slow because whoever registered it knew exactly how to disappear without fully disappearing. The trail moves through shell entities, layered jurisdictions, and an agricultural equipment company in Ohio that has existed legitimately for eleven years. Real profits. Real employees. Real records.But eighteen months ago, one filing added a secondary correspondence address tied to a holding company that eventually leads to a single name.Reth puts it on the operations screen.“Nadia Sorel,” he says.I look at the name. “I don’t know her.”“No,” Reth says. “But Gregor does.”Gregor studies the screen for a long moment before speaking.“Dmitri’s daughter,” he says quietly. “From before Vera. His first family.”Lucien’s expression stills.“She’d be in her mid-thirties now,” Gregor continues. “Dmitri protected her from everything. If she received your submission, it wasn’t because she belonged to the network. It’s because

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