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Chapter 191 — ViralThe first video appeared online less than three hours after the race ended, uploaded from a shaky phone camera by someone standing near the outer barrier, and by the time most of the city was waking up for a Monday that had nothing to do with underground racing, it had already been shared past the point where anyone could reasonably call it contained.It wasn't the racing itself that caught fire. Underground circuits produced footage like that constantly — grainy, illegal, circulated quietly among people who already knew what they were looking at and cared enough to look. What made this one different was the ending. The wide, reckless swerve off the racing line in the final seconds. The car exploding into a controlled, brilliant fireball the instant its driver cleared it. A masked man walking away from his own detonation, untouched, while two thousand people screamed his name like a chant they'd been saving for exactly this moment.It had the shape of something bui

Chapter 193 R woke up already talking.It happened sometimes — Ravyn had noticed it over the years, the particular way her son surfaced from sleep already mid-thought, as though his dreams simply continued out loud the moment his eyes opened, no pause required between unconsciousness and conversation. This morning it was worse than usual, or better, depending on how much patience the day was going to require, because he came through his bedroom door already talking before she'd even finished pouring his cereal."Mama, guess what," he said, climbing onto his chair with the specific urgency of someone who had been holding something in overnight and could not hold it any longer. "There's a boy—""Morning to you too," Ravyn said, setting the bowl down in front of him, already reaching for the milk. "Eat first, tell me after.""But it's important," R said."Everything's important at seven in the morning," Ravyn said, checking the clock on the microwave with the particular resigned urgency

Chapter 195Rhys told himself, more than once, that this wasn't personal.He told himself that on the Tuesday morning he asked Orion, in passing, almost as an afterthought tucked between two unrelated instructions, to pull whatever background existed on Dante Archer — full name, employment history, prior addresses, the specific kind of due diligence any reasonable executive might run on a man who'd become, however informally, attached to someone occupying a position of trust inside Larsen Enterprises. He told himself that on the Wednesday when he found himself reading through Ravyn's original hiring file for the third time in two days, looking not for anything specific but for the particular texture of a story that didn't quite match the woman he'd watched work a conference room for the last several weeks. He told himself that on Thursday, standing at his office window with the city spread out below him, turning the phrase *a friend told her* over in his mind again, the way he'd been

Chapter 197The discovery that broke everything open happened almost by accident, on a Tuesday evening ten days later, in a way that had nothing to do with Rhys's deliberate digging at all.He'd stayed late at the office, alone except for Phoenix waiting downstairs with the car and Orion somewhere in the building running a separate errand Rhys hadn't asked the details of, and he was gathering his things to leave when his phone buzzed with a message that wasn't meant for him.It was a forwarding error — the specific, mundane accident that happened sometimes when two group threads shared a contact and a message meant for one landed, instead, in the other. Rhys glanced at the notification out of habit, expecting something about the following week's schedule, and found instead a fragment of a conversation clearly not intended for his eyes at all.*Orion: He's still going to see Archer. Third time this month.**Phoenix: We knew that already. Doesn't change anything on our end.**Orion: The

Chapter 199 Rhys found him at the school.It wasn't planned, not exactly, though it wasn't entirely spontaneous either — he'd known Dante's schedule roughly from the pieces Orion had assembled over the past two weeks, knew the school let out at three-fifteen, knew Dante usually lingered in his classroom another forty minutes grading or prepping before he left for the day. He told himself, walking across the nearly empty parking lot toward the side entrance, that he simply wanted to see the man's face when he asked the question directly, that there was something useful in watching someone react in real time rather than filtering everything through Orion's careful reports.He didn't fully believe that either, by the time he found the classroom.Dante was alone, erasing something from the whiteboard, his sleeves rolled up, a stack of graded papers already squared away on his desk. He looked up when the door opened, surprise flickering across his face at the sight of a man he'd only met