LOGINThe evidence was laid out on Caspian's desk like a map of betrayal.Bank transfers. Three of them. Twenty thousand dollars total. Traced through shell companies and offshore accounts. But they all led back to one source.Julian Whitmore.Caspian sat in his office above The Onyx Club. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. But he wasn't looking at the view. He was looking at the printouts. At the confession Dorian had extracted from Sophie the actress. At the timeline that proved Julian had paid for the Sophia stunt while sitting in a prison cell.The man was supposed to be broken. Defeated. Done.Instead, he was making moves. Still fighting. Still trying to destroy what Caspian had built with Lia."When do you want to go see him?" Dorian asked from across the desk."Today. Now. Before the day shift changes."Caspian grabbed his jacket. The kind of jacket that said he wasn't just some business owner. The kind that made people nervous.The prison was forty minutes away. Maximum
The prison cell was twelve feet by eight feet. Julian had measured it a thousand times by pacing.Three steps one way. Three steps to the other. A bed bolted to the wall. A toilet. A sink. A small window with bars that looked out onto a concrete courtyard where men who'd given up hope sat in the sun.He wasn't like them. Not yet.But he was starting to understand how people ended up that way.His cellmate was an older guy named Marcus. Thirty years for armed robbery. Marcus kept to himself mostly, which was fine because Julian didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to explain how he got here. Didn't want to hear that he deserved it.Everyone said that. The guards. The social worker assigned to him. Even his own family."You deserve it, Julian," his mother's voice in his head. Except Margaret wasn't alive anymore to actually say it. Heart attack two months ago. The irony wasn't lost on him. She'd spent his whole life controlling him, protecting him, making excuses for him. And then
Sophia sat on the edge of the chair like she might run at any second. Her hands were shaking. The blonde hair that had looked so polished when she walked in now seemed cheap, like a wig that didn't quite fit right. "I'm sorry," she said again. For the fifth time maybe. Lia had stopped counting. "Just tell me everything," Lia said. She was sitting on the hospital bed, one hand on her belly. The baby was moving restlessly. Like she could sense her mother's stress. Sophia took a breath. I looked away. "My name is actually Sophie. Not Sophia. Just... Sophie. I work as an actress. Background stuff mostly. Theater, some commercials. But I'm broke. Always broke." She laughed bitterly. "I have a gambling problem. Online poker. I lost money I didn't have." "Who hired you?" "I don't know his name. That was the weird part. Everything was done through a lawyer. He called me three weeks ago. Said someone wanted me to come to this hospital. Pretend to be a woman named Sophia. Claim I was pregna
Lia sat up in bed. Heart pounding. "What's happening? Why are there police?"Caspian had his hands up. Four officers. Guns drawn. One of them is reading rights."You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you...""Stop!" Lia tried to get out of bed. An officer moved to stop her. "Don't touch me! I'm pregnant!""Ma'am, stay in bed. This doesn't concern you.""The hell it doesn't! That's my boyfriend! The father of my baby! You can't just...""We have a warrant for his arrest. Murder. He needs to come with us.""Murder? Caspian didn't murder anyone!"Caspian finally looked at her. His expression broke her heart. Guilty. Resigned. Like he'd been expecting this."Lia. It's okay. Let them do their job.""No! It's not okay! You were defending yourself! Defending me! Kozlov tried to kill us!""Ma'am, we need you to calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave.""This is MY room! You leave!"One of the officers moved toward Caspian. Handcuffs out."Wait.
Caspian parked in the hospital garage. Sat in the dark for a minute. Trying to breathe. Trying to think.Twenty-four hours. That's all he had. Before the detective came for him. Before everything fell apart.But first, Lia. He had to see her. I had to make sure she was okay.He got out of the car. His side was still bleeding through the bandage. Not bad. But enough to leave a trail. Enough to get him caught.He needed to clean up. Couldn't walk into Lia's room covered in blood and evidence.The emergency room bathroom was empty. He locked the door. Looked at himself in the mirror.Worse than he thought. Blood on his shirt. His hands. His face. Splattered across his neck where he'd missed it before.Kozlov's blood. Mixed with his own.He stripped off his shirt. Threw it in the trash. Washed his hands. His face. His neck. The water is running pink then red then pink again.The gunshot wound was still seeping. He pressed paper towels against it. Applied pressure. I waited for it to slow
The abandoned factory smelled like rust and death.Caspian stood in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. Gun in one hand. Knife in the other. Blood still seeping through the bandage on his side from the gunshot wound.He should be in a hospital bed. Should be with Lia. Should be doing anything except this.But Kozlov was here. And Kozlov needed to die.Marcus had tracked him. Found the location through a captured Bratva soldier who talked after minimal persuasion. This factory. South side. Abandoned for years. Perfect place to hide.Perfect place to die.Caspian moved forward. Silent. Every step calculated. He'd done this before. Hundreds of times. Hunted men. Killed men. This was what he was good at.This was what he was.The main floor was empty. Just old machinery and broken windows. Moonlight cutting through the darkness."Mr. Nero." Kozlov's voice echoed from somewhere above. "I knew you'd come. Couldn't resist, could you?"Caspian didn't answer. Just kept moving. Toward the stairs. T
Lia barely made it to the bathroom.She hit her knees in front of the toilet, retching violently, her whole body convulsing. Everything from last night's dinner came up in waves, and she gripped the porcelain like it was the only solid thing left in the world.Footsteps behind her. Then Caspian's h
The penthouse felt different when Lia stepped inside. Same sleek marble floors, same floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, same expensive artwork on the walls. But everything had shifted, tilted sideways, because she was different now. She carried a secret that changed the shape of the wor
The ride down in the elevator was suffocating.Caspian stood on the opposite side, arms crossed, jaw tight. The easy intimacy from thirty minutes ago had vanished. Replaced by cold distance that made Lia's chest ache.She'd seen him angry before. Seeing him was dangerous. But this was different. Th
The SUV smelled like leather and cigarettes. Lia sat wedged between two men built like linebackers, her wrists zip-tied in front of her. Every time she tried to speak, the man on her left would shake his head. A silent warning.So she stayed quiet. Watched the city pass by through tinted windows. T







