登入I clutched the small vial of Ace’s blood in my palm as if it were my lifeline, heavy with the truth of my past and the potential for my future. I leaned across the center console and kissed Atlas, a quick press of lips that tasted of triumph."You did well in there," he nodded in approval, pecking my lips once more before shifting the car into gear."We did well," I corrected him, a breathless laugh escaping me. We slammed the doors in unison, the sound echoing through the empty shipping yard. I was beaming, and my mind was already racing through the logistics of the DNA lab we were heading to. I felt like a player finally making a move on the board instead of being a pawn.But as Atlas pulled out of the warehouse lot, my heart skipped a beat.In the rearview mirror, a black SUV was parked in an alley. I instantly recognized the vehicle. My hand shot out, gripping Atlas’s forearm so hard he hissed out in pain."What?" He questioned in confusion."Look," I said, pointing in the dire
APOLLOMy car suddenly felt too small. I sat in the shadows of a quiet alleyway, switching the engine off with calculating hands. My eyes were fixed on the steel door of Atlas’s private warehouse. Livia and my brother went inside fifteen minutes ago, thinking they were being clever. They thought I wasn't aware of their scheming.They were wrong. Nothing happened in this city without my permission, without my knowledge. This betrayal was unacceptable, especially since it came from two people I trusted most in this world.I tapped an impatient beat against the steering wheel, my jaw so tight it ached. My mind was a storm of calculations. Why here? What was Atlas hiding in a shipping container hub? I had a feeling it wasn't MoonDrop. If it were business, Atlas would have brought us all in. But this wasn't business. This was personal. This was about her.My phone vibrated, the screen illuminating in the dim light of the alley. An unknown number came up, and I swiped to answer."Spe
Atlas and I stepped back into the glass house, my hands wrapped around his arm.Ares was already up. He was sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, the rising sun glinting against the amber liquid in his glass. He was drinking whiskey at seven in the morning, his shoulders hunched in a way that suggested he hadn't slept a wink. Atlas didn't stop to stare. He simply gave his brother a curt nod and made his way upstairs to take a shower. I, however, couldn't just walk past. I went into the kitchen, my footsteps silent on the marble. I wrapped my arms around Ares from behind before settling my chin on his shoulder. He smelled like pine and clean linen, a grounded scent that made my remaining anger disappear."You're back," he noted, his voice gravelly."I am," I said. I reached around him, pouring myself a finger of the same whiskey. I just slid onto the countertop, sitting right in front of him."Day drinking?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together as I watched him swirl th
The digital clock on my bedside table glowed a bright shade of neon green. 3:00 AM. The glass house was silent, and the tension of the fight I had with Apollo and Ares still lingered. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the face of a father I didn't want. I saw Ghost, how he's probably laughing at me right this second.I grabbed my phone before sending Atlas a text.Livia: Get the car ready. I need to leave.His reply was instant. Atlas: Out front in two.I pulled on an oversized black sweatshirt and matching joggers, an outfit that hid the princess they wanted me to be. I stepped out of my room, moving as quietly as possible. I’d spent years sneaking out of my childhood home, knew exactly where not to step, so the floorboards wouldn't creak underfoot.These concrete floors are child's play. I slipped down the staircase, past the kitchen where I'd been "locked down" just hours ago, and out the front door.The cool night air hit my face as soon as I stepped outsi
When Apollo gave me permission to use his computer, he thought he was throwing a bone to a caged animal. He thought I'd be looking up interior design for our new home. Making the final arrangements for the ball.He was wrong. The first thing I did was contact Atlas through an encrypted channel we'd established weeks ago. A ghost line that even his brothers didn't monitor. I called in a favor with a contact I'd kept hidden since my days at the camp.I wanted Ace and Larkyn to feel what I had to feel. To burn the way I did. I wanted them to experience the same panic that the triplets felt when they realized I was gone. I wanted them to choke on the grief of a missing heir. I would make them pay. The Russians were next on my list. They were a target I intended to systematically dismantle until there was nothing left but ash. And then, the final boss. I'd have to face Ghost. And Gunn. To think, Gunn used to be the only real friend I thought I had. He was the one person who knew
ATLAS"Vicente, shift that crate three inches to the left!" I roared, my voice echoing off the metal walls of the loading dock. Vicente didn't flinch. He knew me too well. He simply signaled the crane operator, and the last massive crate of MoonDrop slid into place with a heavy thud. This was the final batch. The Italians had already wired the upfront payment. Eight figures of clean, untraceable capital. The Japanese cartel had followed suit an hour later. Apollo was already moving that capital through a few offshore accounts, turning blood money into legitimate corporate growth. So far, everything was going down smoothly. This particular shipment was destined for Brazil. This was a massive play, one that would cement our influence across the southern hemisphere. People always underestimated me. My brothers were the faces of the Graves empire. Apollo, the ruthless leader and Ares, the notorious sniper. I was the normal one. The one with the innocent face. I had no special







