ADRIAN’S POVThey tried to kill me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and shut my eyes, trying to soothe the sea of rage flooding my mind.Romano was down… but what was the pattern?Before today, the attacks had been surrounding the business—like someone wanted to crumble my empire and erode my family’s influence. But today, I was targeted.Fuck. This makes no fucking sense. None of this makes sense.Oliver said it was a member of my family.After the cyanide incident, I hired a covert branch of an intelligence agency, International Mercenaries. Off-the-books, black-budget ghosts who owed me favors… and some, their lives.It was clear I didn't know who to trust, so they secretly infiltrated my world, my companies, even my father’s business and Dylans so-called clubs. They moved like shadows… posing as delivery men, maids, cleaners, clients.No one knew.They tracked everything, calls, movements, shifts in behavior. But aside from a few petty thefts, there was nothing. Nothing
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