Damian stood in Roman’s office—running his fingers along the edge of the massive mahogany desk. The leather chair still held the indent of its previous owner, and he took particular pleasure in settling into it, feeling the way it conformed to his body.Everything about this room screamed power. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The original artwork on the walls. The shelves lined with awards and achievements. All of it had belonged to Roman King.Damian swiveled in the chair, taking in the view. Forty-two floors up, the city sprawled beneath him like a kingdom waiting to be claimed. He'd waited so long for this moment. Years of planning, maneuvering, positioning himself.And then the opportunity had presented itself so beautifully. The accident. The perfect accident.His phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen. Viktor.He answered. "Tell me.”"It's done." Viktor's voice was gruff, efficient. "The real Mr. King is secured. No one knows where he is. You're p
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