LOGINKira’s POVThe run left me smelling like a suffocating nightmare of smoke and darkness.I clung to the rusted iron rungs of the maintenance ladder, my hands slipping on the slick metal as the entire building above us groaned in agony. Another explosion rocked the tower, sending a thick shower of concrete dust and ash raining down the narrow shaft."Keep moving, Kira!" Silas shouted from below me, his flashlight cutting through the thick, choking smoke. "Don't look up!"I didn't look up. If I did, I would have seen the fiery orange glow of my empire burning to the ground.We climbed down sixty floors in muscle-tearing haste. Every time we passed a ventilation grate, I could hear the sounds of the slaughter. The thud of military boots. The rapid bursts of automatic gunfire. The screams of the men who had sworn loyalty to me just hours ago.The hit squads were entirely merciless. They weren't looking to take prisoners. They were exterminating every living soul in Aurelia Holdings.By the
Kira’s POVThe air in the executive suite was suffocatingly tense.I sat behind Aziel’s desk on the eightieth floor of Aurelia Holdings, staring down three of the Syndicate’s oldest regional bosses. They were hard men with scars on their faces and blood on their hands, and they were looking at me like I was a temporary inconvenience."With all due respect, Mrs. Lockwood," a grizzled capo named Marrone sneered, leaning back in his leather chair, "the Warlord is in a federal cage. You’re a very smart girl, but the streets don't run on spreadsheets. We need a King."I didn't bother with unnecessary banter. That wouldn’t move a single muscle in these men. I just hit a single key on my laptop.Across the room, Marrone’s phone buzzed. Then the phones of the other two bosses vibrated in unison. They pulled them out, their expressions shifting from arrogant to confused, and then to pure panic."I didn't just freeze your offshore accounts, gentlemen," I stated with practices calm. "I emptied t
Kira’s POVWithin forty-eight hours of Aziel’s surrender, I consolidated the Syndicate’s assets beneath a new umbrella. I didn’t want to hide in the shadows like a traditional mob boss, I wanted them all to know exactly who was ruling. I sat at the desk in the eighty-tenth floor executive suite of Aurelia Holdings, the very desk Aziel had used to build his empire, and began to rewrite the rules of New York's underworld.Silas, Aziel’s most trusted man, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the Manhattan skyline get swallowed by the twilight."The regional capos are falling in line, Empress," he reported. "The logistics network is operating at one hundred percent capacity, and the federal seizure of our peripheral accounts didn't touch our sovereign trusts. You outmaneuvered every single one of them.""We aren't done yet," I said, not looking up from the monitor. "Roshan is still sitting in his glass penthouse across the river, waiting for the dust to settle. He thinks becau
Kira’s POVThe satellite feed on my laptop froze on the final frame of Aziel Lockwood being shoved into the back of a heavily armored FBI transport vehicle.He hadn't resisted. He hadn't fought. He had looked directly into the tactical camera, pressing his closed fist over his heart where I knew my rings were cutting into his palm, and surrendered his entire empire without firing a single shot.I sat back in the ergonomic chair in Roshan’s penthouse, my chest rising and falling in shallow, erratic gasps. I had done it. I had neutralized the Warlord of New York. I had saved his life by putting him in a cage."Checkmate," Roshan murmured from behind me.He stepped up to the glass dining table, staring at the frozen feed of the federal transport driving away from the Lockwood estate. The absolute, unadulterated triumph in his icy green eyes made my stomach violently churn."The Warlord is dethroned," Roshan said, reaching down to close the lid of my laptop. "The European Brotherhood will
Kira’s POVThe penthouse Roshan had gotten his hands on was all glass and steel looking out over the East River — not one of his usual European safehouses, something he'd bought under a blind proxy the moment he landed in New York. For me, specifically. He'd said as much twice already."Completely off the grid," he said, pouring bourbon at the wet bar without looking up. "No cameras. No biometric locks keeping you in. You've got the elevator codes, you control the perimeter. You're sovereign here, Kira."I stood at the window watching rain hammer the glass, still in the clothes I'd left the estate in. My left hand felt strange, too light, like something was still there that wasn't — the ghost of Aziel's rings burning against skin that had nothing on it anymore.I turned around. Roshan handed me the glass, and kept his distance."I moved the Evelyn Trust routing numbers out of Aurelia," I said, and my own voice sounded hollow to me. "He doesn't have access to my mother's money anymore.
Kira’s POVInside, resting on top of a stack of bearer bonds, was a thick manila folder bearing the crest of Aurelia Holdings—Aziel’s legitimate corporate front.I pulled the folder out and opened it on the floor.The first page was a financial ledger belonging to my abusive adoptive parents. It detailed their massive, crippling debt. I knew this part of the story. I lived it. They had gone bankrupt, and to save themselves, they had tried to offer their golden child—my stepsister—to the terrifying Warlord of New York. But Aziel had shocked everyone by demanding me instead.I turned the page.It was a trail of shell companies and proxy buyers. I traced the names, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs.The debt hadn't been an accident. My adoptive parents hadn't just made bad investments. Aziel had orchestrated it. The Warlord had systematically bought out every single one of their creditors, artificially multiplying their debt, explicitly forcing them
Kira’s POV The first thing I noticed was that I could breathe. Air rushed into my lungs, fresh air that didn’t taste like smoke, and that didn’t smell like gasoline or burning hair. It tasted clean, cold, and sweet. I bolted upright. My hands flew to my chest, then to my face. I expected to fe
Kira’s POV The first thing I noticed moments before dying was that my sister was smiling as they walked away from my burning car. The rain was lashing against the windshield violently, sounding like handfuls of gravel being thrown against the glass. The mountain road was entirely dark, illumina
Kira’s POVI could not stop thinking about the shattered crystal on the floor. I paced the length of my massive bedroom in the Lockwood mansion. The sun had set, casting long shadows across the walls. But my mind was stuck on the entryway downstairs. Miss Peterson. The elderly servant had looked
Kira’s POVThe chaos of the ballroom was finally left behind, replaced by the choking silence of the hotel’s executive lounge. Two lawyers stood nervously beside a polished table. Resting in the center was a fifty-page marriage contract. It outlined the strict boundaries of my new life as a Lockwo







