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48. Traitor's End

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Chapter 48: Traitor’s End

MARCO’S POV

The penthouse was a fortress of shadows, its marble floors cold under my boots as I trudged down the hallway, exhaustion dragging at my bones. Lucian was back, it’s been three weeks since he woke from his coma, a ghost of the man I’d known, his eyes harder, his voice sharper, cutting through the syndicate like a blade. I was thrilled to see the old Lucian, the cold-hearted bastard who’d built an empire on fear, but a hollow ache—gnawed at me. He wasn’t the same with me anymore—no late-night cigars, no shared laughs, just orders barked and silences that stung.

Ethan’s betrayal had broken him, and I hated that Fed for it, hated how he’d wormed into Lucian’s heart, a place I’d always wanted to be. Although I’d never admitted it, not even to myself, but watching Lucian pine for Ethan twisted something deep inside me—jealousy, maybe love, a longing to be the one he turned to, the one he trusted like that.

I paused near the kitchen, the door slightly
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