LOGINChapter 68The coffee mug shattered on the porch, ceramic shards scattering like broken promises. The sound cut through the quiet evening air sharper than any gunshot I’d heard in the warehouse that night. For a second, none of us moved. The phone was still pressed to Lila’s ear, her face pale under the porch light.“Dad?” she whispered again, voice trembling.I took the phone from her hand before she could drop it. My fingers were steady — years of boardrooms and prison had taught me that much. But inside, something cold and sharp twisted behind my ribs.The line was still open.I brought it to my ear.“Who is this?”A pause. Then a voice I hadn’t heard in years, calm and familiar in the worst possible way.“Hello, Damien. It’s been a long time.”Marcus.Riven was already on his feet, one hand on Lila’s shoulder, the other reaching for the phone. I held up a finger — wait — and kept my voice level.“You’ve got some nerve calling this number.”Marcus laughed softly, the same dry sound
Chapter 67The gates opened with a heavy metallic groan that echoed across the parking lot. I stepped out into the morning light, a small duffel bag over my shoulder and a release packet in my hand. The air smelled different out here — cleaner, sharper, full of possibility and ordinary things like coffee and exhaust and distant rain.I was thinner than I had been. Older in the eyes. The scar on my side pulled tight with every step, a permanent reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. But I was free. Parole granted early for good behavior and continued cooperation. The empire was long gone. My name still carried weight in courtrooms and boardrooms, but mostly as a cautionary tale.A black car waited at the curb. Riven leaned against it, arms crossed, watching me walk toward him. He looked the same and completely different — hair a little longer, a few more lines around his eyes, but the same steady gaze that had anchored me through the worst nights.He didn’t speak when I
Chapter 66The gates opened with a heavy metallic groan that echoed across the parking lot. I stepped out into the morning light, a small duffel bag over my shoulder and a release packet in my hand. The air smelled different out here — cleaner, sharper, full of possibility and ordinary things like coffee and exhaust and distant rain.I was thinner than I had been. Older in the eyes. The scar on my side pulled tight with every step, a permanent reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. But I was free. Parole granted early for good behavior and continued cooperation. The empire was long gone. My name still carried weight in courtrooms and boardrooms, but mostly as a cautionary tale.A black car waited at the curb. Riven leaned against it, arms crossed, watching me walk toward him. He looked the same and completely different — hair a little longer, a few more lines around his eyes, but the same steady gaze that had anchored me through the worst nights.He didn’t speak when I
Chapter 65The holding cell smelled of bleach and regret.I sat on the thin mattress, back against the cold wall, staring at the gray ceiling. The wound had finally stopped trying to kill me. The doctors had patched me up again before processing. Two more transfusions. Strict orders to rest.Riven had been allowed a short visit before they moved me to central booking. He stood on the other side of the glass, eyes tired but steady.“They’re offering a deal,” he said quietly. “Testify against Kane and Marcus. Reduced sentence. Maybe even house arrest if you cooperate fully.”I met his gaze. “And you? Lila?”“We’re safe. Kane’s already turning on Marcus to save himself. Lila’s with protective detail. She’s asking about you every hour.”I nodded. The empire was gone. My name was mud. But they were safe. That was the only victory that still mattered.“We could still fight it,” I said automatically. The words came out of habit, the old reflex of a man who never lost.Then I looked at Lila’s
Chapter 64The first thing I felt was the beeping.Steady. Mechanical. Annoying.Then the pain — duller now, muffled by drugs, but still there, a deep ache in my side that reminded me I was alive.I opened my eyes to white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic. Hospital. Private room. The kind of place where questions weren’t asked.Riven was in the chair beside the bed, elbows on his knees, head down. He looked like he hadn’t slept. There was a fresh bandage on his arm where Kane had grazed him. Lila was curled up in the armchair across the room, asleep under a blanket.I tried to sit up. The room tilted, but less violently than before. Tubes tugged at my arm. Monitors beeped faster.Riven’s head snapped up. “Easy. You’ve been out for almost twelve hours. They had to transfuse you twice.”I swallowed. My throat was raw. “Lila?”“She’s okay. Shaken, but okay. She hasn’t left your side except to sleep.”Lila stirred at the sound of my voice. She sat up, eyes wide, then rushed to the
Chapter 63The building rose ahead like a fortress of glass and steel — one of Marcus’s private holdings in the heart of the financial district. High security, private elevators, the kind of place that didn’t ask questions. Riven killed the headlights a block away. My hands were slick with blood on the passenger seat. I could barely feel my fingers anymore.Two hours twenty-five minutes.“We go in quiet,” Riven said, checking his gun. “Kane knows the layout. He’ll be expecting us.”I nodded, but the motion sent the world spinning. I gripped the door handle until my knuckles whitened. “Lila first. Then we deal with Kane.”Riven looked at me. The streetlight caught the cut on his forehead, still bleeding. “You’re barely conscious. Stay behind me.”I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. My body was shutting down, but my mind refused to let go. Not yet.We slipped through a service entrance using Kane’s old codes. The corridors were dimly lit, silent except for the hum of air conditioning. Every ste
Chapter 32The board vote ended at 3:17 PM.I received the notification while standing on the balcony, phone in hand, blood still crusted on my sleeve from the rescue. Stripped of executive power. Voting rights suspended indefinitely. Immediate investigation into “financial misconduct and possible
Chapter 31The board vote was less than an hour away.I sat on the floor beside Lila’s bed, watching her sleep. She looked smaller than I remembered, pale against the white sheets, the bruise on her cheek a dark reminder of how close I had come to losing her. She had asked no questions when we brou
Chapter 30I watched Riven’s face after he read the message and knew he was lying.He tried to hide it — slipping the phone into his pocket too quickly, forcing his expression neutral — but I’d spent too many nights learning every micro-expression on his face. The slight tightening at the corner of
Chapter 29I couldn’t shake the message from Marcus.It sat in my chest like a live wire — proof of my father’s death in exchange for Damien’s head. The one thing I had wanted for years, offered on a silver platter if I was willing to destroy the man sleeping beside me.Damien’s arm was heavy acros







