LOUIS“That's it, isn’t it? I snarled, crashing into the study. "You negotiate, vote, and leave me out of it as if I'm just a mere furniture in your own home?"Elias's expression didn't change. He stood behind the table, papers and maps spread out on its surface, Cathan and Luciano flanking him.His voice was detached and almost indifferent when he finally decided to speak. "Who said?”“That’s all you have to say to what I just said right now?" I hammered my fist on the wood. "You voted Rosseti out. You took that choice away from me. You chose for me."Elias's expression hardened. "It wasn't your burden to bear, Louis.""My burden?" I laughed harshly. "Do you hear yourself at all? You brought me into this. You included me. I’ve already bled for you countless times, Elias, so you don't get to tell me whether or not it's my burden."He finally looked at me, and his eyes were hard and cold. "You don't know what it is to vote a man off the board,” he seethed. “It's not a game. It's death.
ELIAS“Do you even know what you've done?" I barked, slamming the picture on the desk.Cathan barely winced. "It's not me you should be asking that question," he said, looking me in the eye."Then who the hell do you think I should ask?" My voice was colder than the air in the room. I was fucking livid right now. "Jean Durant is hiding behind Louis like some ghost that crawled out of a grave, and I'm staring at proof that the man I put six feet under is very much alive."Luciano coughed, hesitantly, as if weighing each word. "It means he's been working under our noses for a while now, Don. And that doesn't happen without help."I narrowed my eyes. "You're telling me I've got rats in my own house?" I knew that was a possibility. In fact, I’d put people in place to check for those ‘rats’ but my God did it sting knowing it.Luciano nodded his head. "I'm trying t say that Jean didn't creep back on his own.""Jesus Christ." I ran a hand over my face. "He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near
LOUISHe looked older now, though not in a way that suggested weakness. Jean Durant stood beneath the flickering alley light, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him. His graying hair was meticulously slicked back, and his coat was perfectly tailored, an immaculate shield against the chaos outside. He didn't look like the greasy old man who used to beat me up then, but as much as he'd changed on the outside, he was the same inside.In stark contrast, I stood there with a bloodstained shirt, a heavy gun gripped in my hand, and three groaning men sprawled on the cold pavement behind me, the evidence of a recent skirmish.Over time, I'd been going for shooting range practices secretly without Elias' knowledge. Guess the training paid off after all."You don’t even look surprised to see me," I remarked, my voice steady yet edged with violence.A small, almost playful smile flickered across Jean's face. "You always had a flair for the dramatic," he replied, his tone teasing, as i
ELIAS"Go ahead and leak it," I told Elaine, determination flooding my voice.Her eyes widened in surprise. "Are you really sure about this?""We’ve held back long enough," I replied, the weight of our decision hanging in the air.With a quiet resolve, she opened her laptop, her fingers poised over the keyboard. "So, just enough to stir the rumors?""Exactly enough to rattle the fence-sitters and push them to choose a side," I affirmed, casting a glance at Cathan.Cathan, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his phone screen, looked up, adding, "This will definitely send shockwaves through the board.""That's precisely the plan."As darkness fell, the underground web began to hum with life, the air thick with anticipation.Unverified rumors spread like wildfire. Whispers filled the digital realm and tampered audio clips emerged from the shadows."Rosseti linked to an off-grid trafficking network.""Sources claim Durant's name has resurfaced after a decade—rumored involvement?""Th
LOUIS"Don't lose yourself," Elias told me but I didn't him an answer. Not because I didn't have one but because I didn't know which version of myself he meant.The next afternoon, Rosseti's men arrived at Allure at exactly 6:45PM.I was already seated in the bar lounge, dressed in something crisp but not very formal—enough to look reluctant, and casual enough to suggest I wasn't in the mood to engage in politics.Luciano passed through once, just to show he was within our radius.Elaine's voice crackled in my ear through the comms we'd rigged under the collar of my shirt."Don't push him,” she said. “Let him think he's in charge.""Copy," I whispered.The guard stepped forward. "Mr. Durant?"I stood. "And he’ll agree to meet with me without any hiccups?""He's not one to say no to a Durant," the guard said standing aside and I passed through.I was familiar with this part of the casino. It was the Rossetti suite and it was used only rarely and for speech-making at that. It was the ki
LOUISMy room was too quiet and it was not in that peaceful kind of way. It was the kind that suffocates you.I sat up in bed, my heart pounding, and my skin damp with sweat. The images still clung to my mind—Rosseti’s voice, the smell of cigars, the dull flicker of a single bulb on my father’s face. His laugh. The way he used to beat to nearly the point of death.My father, Jean Durant was apparently alive and working for them and I had no idea who the fuck I was anymore.I got out of bed and walked straight to the bathroom. I was greeted by the mirror and blinding light. My hands gripped the sink tightly as I tried to get a grip on my emotions.I slapped cold water on my face twice until I felt somewhat better and then I looked up.I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore.This version of me was more stoic than old me ever was. My jaw was sharper, my eyes icier, and there was a constant anger in my being. I’d taken off the suit hours earlier, but its presence remained on my skin. T