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A War is Coming

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Fernando’s POV

The air inside the car was thick with tension, my fingers twitching against my thigh as I stared out the window.

The city lights blurred past us, but my mind was stuck on one thing—Rodger’s voice over the phone.

He had never sounded that agitated before.

Rodger was a lot of things—reckless, ruthless, impatient—but he was never panicked.

For him to sound that shaken, something had gone very, very wrong.

I clenched my fists, jaw tightening as I replayed his words in my head.

"We were attacked. You need to get here now."

I exhaled sharply through my nose, my patience wearing thin.

I wanted answers. Now.

I turned my head toward my driver, my bodyguard sitting stiffly in the front seat.

“Faster,” I snapped, the irritation in my voice sharp as a blade.

The driver hesitated, barely pressing down harder on the gas.

Not enough.

“I said—FASTER.”

The car sped up as the driver obeyed, and I barely noticed Michael shifting beside me.

I was too focused on the pounding in my head,
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