COLTON The SUV hit a pothole, and the resulting jolt sent a spike of agony straight up my spine that was so intense my vision whited out for a second. I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, refusing to make a sound. Beside me, Vinnie was checking the load on a sawed-off shotgun, his movements casual, practised. The other three men in the car were silent statues of impending violence. This was their Tuesday night. For me, it was the end of the world. I gripped the handgun tighter, the textured grip biting into my palm. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t a mercenary. I was a man who moved billions across borders with a phone call, who destroyed competitors in boardrooms with a signature. But none of that mattered now. My net worth couldn't buy my way into that house up on the hill. My influence couldn't shield Ava from whatever twisted game Nathan was playing. Tonight, the only currency that mattered was lead and blood. "Two minutes out," the driv
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