Damian's POVThe silence in my father’s study was heavy, broken only by the faint ticking of the grandfather clock against the far wall. The rich scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and polished oak filled the room, grounding me in the moment. My father leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on me.“What do you mean, they are onto us again?” he asked, his voice low, controlled, but carrying that undercurrent of steel that could cut through bone.I met his gaze . “There have been sightings of their men around the city. Not just rumors. Real movements. They’ve been testing our people, probing the borders of our businesses. Two of my men caught a group of them shadowing one of our clubs last week.”My father’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist against the desk. For years, the Vipers had been a festering scar on our family—an enemy that had tried to destroy everything we loved. They were the reason my mother bore those invisible wounds that never quite healed. They were t
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