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Chapter forty six: Faye POV

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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, positi
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  • 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

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

    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

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

    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

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

    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

  • Biker's Temptation:Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King   Chapter Forty four: Lucien POV

    I run the number before I respond.This is instinct and practice, the operational reflex that has kept me alive for fifteen years. Unknown numbers get run. Unknown routing gets traced. The specific, unhurried process of finding out what a thing is before deciding what to do with it has never failed me and I am not abandoning it now because the compound feels settled and the alliance is signed and the afternoon light is good.Reth has the routing identified in twenty minutes. He brings it to the operations room with his phone and the expression that has a specific meaning I have learned to read, not the four word message expression, not the complicated news expression. The careful expression. The expression that means what he is about to say requires handling."The routing is clean," he says. "Recent registration. No connection to Marre, Reves, or any network we have mapped." He pauses. "It routes through a legal firm in Washington. A federal law firm the kind that handles sensitive re

  • Biker's Temptation:Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King   Chapter Forty three: Faye POV

    The Varga Decker alliance formalization happens at two in the afternoon in the operations room.The framework my mother built is twelve pages of legitimate financial architecture and operational structure, signed at the bottom by Lucien and Marcus with Reth as witness and my mother as the financial officer of record, a title she accepted this morning with the specific, contained composure of someone receiving something they have been building toward for a long time without knowing the destination.It takes eleven minutes to sign.Twenty seven days of compound life and four years of Marcus Lucien cold distance and thirty years of Marre's network and everything that threaded between them resolved in eleven minutes of signatures in the afternoon light.I watch from the edge of the room.Not excluded, I am exactly where I chose to be, which is at the edge of a moment that belongs to other people. Lucien and Marcus at the table. Reth with the witness pen. My mother in her new role, compose

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