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Third person's POV The city slid past the car windows in a blur of glass and concrete, the afternoon sun turning everything into a washed-out photograph. Liam kept his hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, his focus supposedly on the traffic but really on the man sitting beside him. Jackson stared out the passenger window, his reflection ghostly in the glass, and Liam could see the tension in every line of his body.They were heading to Richard Maddox's apartment, to a conversation neither of them wanted to have but couldn't avoid. The address was programmed into the GPS, counting down the minutes and miles until they arrived at a reckoning that had been building since Astor Sinclair went to prison two months ago.Liam had wanted Jackson to stay home. Had argued that morning that Jackson needed rest, that the stress of confronting his father could wait another day. But Jackson had shut that down fast, his voice sharp with frustration."I'm not staying locked up in the apartment
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Third person's POV Three Days LaterThe precinct conference room felt smaller than it should have, the walls pressing in as Liam and Jackson sat across from Mackenzie, Torres, and Dove. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a harsh white glow that made the whole situation feel even more surreal. It had been less than two months since Astor Sinclair had been locked away, and already the empire he'd built was threatening to collapse and take everyone with it."Let me make sure I understand this," Mackenzie said, his fingers drumming on the table in a rhythm that suggested he'd heard a lot of bullshit in his career and was trying to determine if this qualified. "You're telling me West Ark is still active. That there are people threatening to restart operations and using you two as leverage.""Morgana Prescott made that very clear," Liam said. His coffee had gone cold in the styrofoam cup in front of him, but he kept holding it anyway, needing something to do with
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Third person's POV Liam stared at his phone screen in the quiet of his office, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds and casting bars of light across his desk. The address glowed back at him like a beacon: 142 Oakwood Lane, Riverside. It was a forty-minute drive from downtown, through winding suburbs where big money hid behind tall gates and manicured lawns that were maintained by crews who arrived before dawn and left before anyone noticed them.Harold Vance had retired there ten years ago, far from the glass towers of Sinclair Corporation, far from the schemes and the dirty money and the midnight calls from men who spoke in careful euphemisms about problems that needed solving. Liam had found the address through an old employee directory his father had kept in a locked drawer, along with other documents that painted a picture of Astor Sinclair's empire that made Liam's stomach turn.He picked up his phone and texted Jackson quickly.**Liam: Heading to Riverside now. Ad
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Chapter 160Liam held Jackson tight in the living room, arms wrapped around him like he was afraid Jackson might vanish if he let go. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the windows. Jackson's warmth grounded him, but Liam's heart still raced from the night before.Jackson pulled back first. He cupped Liam's face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "Babe, look at me. You are shaking. Tell me what happened. All of it."Liam nodded. He led Jackson to the couch and they sat close, thighs pressed together. Liam took a deep breath. "I met Morgana Prescott at The Velvet Cat. She works for the people my father was involved with."Jackson's eyes narrowed. "The money laundering thing? West Ark?""Yes." Liam's voice was low. "She said my father went to jail for the murders which we already know, killed my mother and her girlfriend and tried to kill you, we all know that was the reason he was there in jail, but she goes on saying that my father never
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Third person's POV The music in The Velvet Cat had shifted to something with a minor key that sounded like a warning. The bass line crawled under Liam's skin, making his pulse quicken in ways that had nothing to do with the rhythm. Around them, the club pulsed with manufactured euphoria, but up here in The Cat booth, the atmosphere felt suffocating, like the air before a thunderstorm.Morgana Prescott set her martini glass down with deliberate precision, the crystal making a soft clink against the lacquered table. The sound somehow cut through the music, sharp and final."Then your father got caught for murdering, which you know about, and he went to jail." Her voice dropped lower, forcing Liam to lean in to hear her over the throbbing bass. "But he didn't unwound the wounded surface because he understood the system. He understood what happened to those who wanted to open the name to the air. They have all died."Liam felt his jaw tighten. Below them, the dance floor writhed like a l
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Third person's POV The city lights bled together through Liam Sinclair's windshield as he sat in late evening traffic on Morrison Boulevard. His Mercedes idled in a sea of brake lights, the air conditioning struggling against the August heat that pressed down on the city like a physical weight. Outside, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, their faces drawn and exhausted in the dying light. A homeless man pushed a shopping cart past the intersection, and Liam watched him disappear into the lengthening shadows between buildings.His phone buzzed in the center console. Jackson's name lit up the screen.Liam hit the answer button and switched to the speaker. "Hey babe.""Where are you?" Jackson's voice filled the car, warm and familiar, cutting through the isolation of the traffic jam."Stuck on Morrison. This city's parking lot never ends." Liam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Ahead of him, the light cycled from red to green and back to red without the traffic moving mor
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