The seaplane floated gently on the turquoise waters as Alex Rodriguez stepped onto the narrow wooden dock, his natural authority evident even in crisis. Despite his exquisite designer suit and the chaos of recent days, he carried himself with the same commanding presence that had driven Rodriguez Global to record profits just weeks ago."Six minutes until the first aircraft lands," James announced, his casual tone belied by the bitterness in his eyes. "Though I suppose I'm still just head of security, even now. Old habits die hard, don't they, brother?" Alex ignored the jab, focusing instead on Sonia as he helped her onto the dock. Even exhausted, she moved with the same grace that had first caught his attention across that crowded Monaco boardroom. "Save the family drama, James. We have more pressing concerns.""Of course," James replied with a blade-like smile. "The great Alex Rodriguez has spoken. Just like in the boardroom, right? Father's chosen heir making all the decisions.""
The helicopter's rotors thundered overhead as Alex made his split-second decision. With Sonia unconscious in his arms and armed operatives swarming the sinking yacht, he locked eyes with James across the debris-strewn deck."Port side! Now!" Alex shouted.Understanding flashed between the brothers. Without hesitation, James laid down covering fire while Alex held Sonia tightly, the silver key still clutched in his palm. They moved as one toward the port gunwale, where the yacht listed dangerously."On three," Alex called out.Both men plunged into the dark Mediterranean waters, the cold shock momentarily paralyzing them. Alex kicked hard, keeping Sonia's face above water while the yacht's bulk temporarily shielded them from view.They surfaced briefly in the yacht's shadow, then swam toward a cluster of massive rocks fifty meters away. Sonia stirred in his grasp, her eyelids fluttering."Alex?" she murmured, disoriented."Stay with me," he urged. "Can you swim?"She nodded weakly, the
Water dripped from ancient stone as Alex led them deeper into the storm tunnels beneath Monaco. The passage narrowed, forcing them to move single file – James in the lead with his gun drawn, Sonia in the middle, and Alex taking the rear, his mind racing.Martinez, not Martelli. The discrepancy nagged at him. If the vault files contained such a basic error about Sonia's family name, what else might be incorrect?"The tunnel branches ahead," James called back, his voice echoing slightly. "Which way?"Alex consulted his mental map of the underground network. "Left. It'll take us toward the marina."As they navigated the damp corridor, Alex watched Sonia's silhouette. Her shoulders were tense, her movements measured – the posture of someone whose world had just collapsed. If she was acting, it was masterful."Did you recognize anything in those files?" he asked quietly. "Any fragment that felt familiar?"She glanced back at him, her face half-shadowed. "No. And yes. The photo of the man t
Monaco skyline glittered against the pre-dawn sky as Alex navigated the Range Rover through nearly empty streets. Beside him, James drummed his fingers against the armrest, tension radiating from his rigid posture."You still haven't explained exactly what this protocol entails," James said, breaking the uneasy silence.Alex caught his brother's reflection in the rearview mirror—the familiar features hardened by years of resentment. He hadn't forgotten how their father's will had driven a wedge between them, gifting Alex control of the empire James had spent years preparing to lead."Mother called it 'Pandora's Box,'" Alex replied. "A collection of contingencies and information secured against anyone's access but hers and mine.""Of course," James muttered. "Another secret club I wasn't invited to join."The bitterness in his brother's voice was unmistakable. Some wounds never fully healed."It wasn't about excluding you, James," Alex said, steering the car toward the harbor district.
The helicopter's searchlight sliced through the darkness, pinning their boat in its harsh glare. Alex's mind raced as he stared at the message on his phone, the words burning into his consciousness: Trust no one. Especially Sonia.He glanced at her, studying the woman who had become his anchor in the storm of betrayal. Her eyes reflected the searchlight's glare, wide with tension yet steady. Could those eyes belong to yet another person playing him?"What is it?" Sonia asked, noticing his expression.Alex slipped the phone into his pocket. "Nothing important," he lied, surprising himself with how easily the deception came. Perhaps he was more his father's son than he cared to admit."They'll be dropping tactical teams any second," James shouted from the rear of the boat. "We need to move!"Alex made a split-second decision, shoving the throttle forward. The boat lurched ahead, cutting through the dark Mediterranean waters at a dangerous speed."Alex!" Sonia grabbed the side rail as th
Final phase?" Sonia whispered, her hand still clasped in Alex's. "What final phase?"The smile on Carlos's face sent ice through Alex's veins. This wasn’t the expression of the father he remembered—this was someone else entirely, someone who had been hiding behind a familiar mask."You can lower your weapon, James," Carlos said calmly. "You've made your point."James signaled his security team to stand down but remained blocking the balcony doorway. "I didn’t come here to make a point. I came for answers."Geneva’s face on the phone screen observed them all with calculating interest. "Perhaps I should leave you boys to your family reunion," she said. "Alex looks like he might need a moment to process everything.""Stay right where we can see you," Alex snapped, finding his voice again. "You’re not disappearing a second time."Geneva laughed, the sound crystalline even through the phone speaker. "Darling, I never truly disappeared. I was exactly where Carlos wanted me to be all along."