Dominic stood at the head of the long table, tall, impeccably dressed in black, his expression cold enough to slice through the tension hanging thick in the air. His men filled the room, hulking figures, silent and waiting. Every breath seemed to bow to him.“Tonight,” Dominic said, with a steady voice, almost too calm, “no hesitation.”Noah watched from the back, pulse tapping in his throat. Maps were spread out before them, red circles bleeding across the city grid. Every street marked was another piece of Caleb’s empire ready to crumble. Phones buzzed as orders spread. Dominic’s words cut sharp and direct, names, targets, timing. He spoke like a man born for war, each command delivered without emotion.When the last man left, silence collapsed between them. Only the hum of the city below filled the space. Noah’s reflection hovered beside Dominic’s in the window, one man holding fire in his chest, the other trying not to get burned.“You don’t have to do this alone,” Noah murmure
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