LOGINChapter 209: Bitch Has No LimitLiam shook his head before Morgana even finished the sentence. "No. He will smell something off if Jackson just signs without a fight.""He is right," Jackson said, rubbing his eyes. "Voss expects resistance. If I fold too easy, he knows we are up to something.""Fine," Morgana said. "Then we wait for his next call. In the meantime, reach out to that journalist and any contact you still have.""I will do that now," Jackson said, already pulling out his phone. "Will you keep the baby with you tonight?"Morgana looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. "I was thinking we take her to Janet's mother instead. Safer with someone outside all this.""That is the better play," Liam said. "We are all too deep in this now to keep a baby in the middle of it.""Wait," Jackson said suddenly. "Can we call Janet back? She was never actually in danger. Voss used her to pull our attention away so he could grab who he really wanted.""Avery," Morgana finished
Chapter 208The apartment was too quiet for what was happening. Jackson paced from the window to the couch and back again, his phone gripped so hard his knuckles had gone pale."We need to move now," Jackson said. "Not tomorrow. Not in an hour. Now."Liam stood in front of him and put both hands on his shoulders. "Jackson, listen to me. If you rush this, you hand Voss exactly what he wants.""He has my sister!""I know that." Liam's voice cracked, but he held steady. "You think I don't know that? But this man does not make mistakes. Marcus works for him, and neither of them plays games they can lose."Jackson pulled away and dropped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. "Then what do you want me to do, Liam? Sit here and wait while she is somewhere scared out of her mind?""Wait, you are not actually going to let go of the company because Marcus threatened to kill Avery.""Watch me sign away every dime of it. I am not letting my sister die for a stupid contract that my father
207The thing they never tell you about someone like Avery is that they never lack love.They will forever have someone caring for them.Look at Jackson and Liam regardless of what she did to them they still want her alive.Jackson dialled her number which she didn't answer to.Damn it, have she been taken again after what happened in the few weeks ago?Not when she is still nursing a little baby. Though it is said that if you eat with the serpent, the serpent might as well bite your finger one day.Astor had played a lot of game in the past and you don't expect him to just be fine and okay even when he has a baby mama and a baby outside.“I will get the car ready.” Morgana walked of the hotel and then gets into a car, verily not hers. It is Liam's. But who cares to check whose car she is trying to get ready now.Liam hugged Jackson, lay a kiss on his cheek and let go for a while.“Believe it or not, she is strong, she is going to pull the hell through.”“I'm not believing that bullsh
Third person's POV Liam's looks were different from others. That only mean something. "No, we can't go to Viena." Jackson turned to him. "I know two of us are not supposed to go to Vienna but we need someone there before Marcus get there." Liam looked at Morgana. Person lady that could be sent over there. Morgana looked back at him with the expression of a woman who had already been three steps ahead of this conversation. Morgana said. "No need to fight over there, couples. we all know I'm halfway there already." "For what? That was different reason you were going there before." "No, it is for the same reason, if Jefferson is going, I'm going too. I've also been building this identity for eight months. Name's Elise Marchand, Belgian financial journalist covering the Simeon Wolf annual gathering. There is know any better way than this." "Do you have a death wish, he could have seen you a couple of times here, I mean you work as front for the ark contract." She asked Liam. "D
Chapter 205They were gathered in the corner suite of the hotel Janet's mother owned. Jackson and Liam had gutted and rebuilt these rooms three years back, and the place still smelled faintly of fresh paint when the heat kicked on.Morgana settled back into her chair. "Name's Henri Belloc. French. Runs an independent news outlet out of Brussels, reaches about three million readers. And here's the thing that matters. Zero ties to American political donors. Haddon's people can't touch him."Jackson turned the word over in his head. "Brussels."Morgana kept going. "Can't buy him, can't scare him either. Back in 2019 he wrote a piece naming a sitting French minister in a money laundering scheme. The minister sued him and lost. Guy's serving twelve years now. Henri doesn't scare easy. And he owes me a big favor."Liam spoke from the kitchenette in the corner. "Seems like everyone owes you a favor."Morgana smirked. "That's right. Twenty years of being useful, you don't get through that wit
204 Liam's POV Janet at three in the morning was something I had witnessed twice before and was always slightly awed by. She didn't get frantic. She got precise. She pulled information from sources with the calm efficiency of someone running a library search rather than a crisis, and she built what she built without explaining it until it was done, which was the most efficient approach and the most nerve-wracking. Morgana sat at the table with her. At some point around two a.m., they started trading information in a way that suggested they had arrived at some form of mutual professional respect, which, given the circumstances, was remarkable. Jackson was on his phone in the corner with a board member named Patricia Ellison, who was apparently awake because she had a toddler with an ear infection and answered his call with "Please tell me this is actually important and not more Jefferson nonsense." I was tracking Carter Wells. I had a contact in the financial intelligence world
Third Person's POVThree days after Astor Sinclair was sentenced to die in prison, Liam sat in a coffee shop near the hospital with Margaret, trying to process everything that had happened. The media circus had finally died down. The reporters had moved on to the next scandal. And for the first tim
Third Person's POVSix weeks after Avery's disappearance, the Federal Courthouse in Manhattan buzzed with an energy that felt almost electric. Media trucks lined the streets. Protesters held signs. Security was tripled because this wasn't just another trial.This was the reckoning of Astor Sinclair
The New Unlisted Witness Third Person's POVThe trial had been proceeding for eight days when everything changed.Vincent Caruso had testified for two full days, recounting in meticulous detail every job Astor Sinclair had hired him for. The dates. The payments. The methods. He'd been cross-examin
Third Person's POVThe federal holding facility was a concrete fortress designed to break spirits before trials even began. Cold. Gray. Smelling of industrial cleaner that never quite masked the underlying scent of human desperation.Astor Sinclair sat in his cell, a space barely eight by ten feet,







