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The sirens were deafening. Blue and red lights blared all over his study, illuminating Cane’s face as he stood by the window. Calmly, as if all those agents weren't there for him, he watched the FBI agents and the enforcers from the Council trying to assert dominance. They all wanted a piece of him.That knowledge should terrify him, in fact, he should be packing and running for the secret tunnel, but he didn't. He merely stood there and sipped his drink. Cane Marcom was everything, but he was not a runner, at least not yet. He took another sip of his drink, his hand steady as he picked up his secure burner phone and dialed a number. "Senator," Cane said when the line connected. "It’s Cane. The feds are here.""I told you to be careful, Cane," a weary voice replied. "Trafficking? Really?""It was a sting," Cane lied smoothly. "My assistant, Liam, has been working for my ex-wife. He set me up, that little shit. He's been asking for a raise. He planted the girls on my trucks. Senator,

Silence reigned in the small car that transported the two men to Giovanni's. North gripped the steering wheel with sweaty palms, his eyes darting constantly to the rearview mirror, as if he was expecting to see a police cruiser or a Council enforcer tailing them, but there was nothing. In the passenger seat, Cane Marcom sat still like a statue. He had pulled a baseball cap low over his eyes to hide his face, but North could still see the tremor in his hands. Now that he had been ripped from his wolf, his body was beginning to attack itself. He was beginning to pale, but he held himself regally like a king. In short, he terrified him. "Stop checking the mirror," Cane spoke suddenly. "You look guilty. Guilty drivers get pulled over." "I can't help it," North whispered back, his foot trembling. "Cane, this is insane. There are cameras everywhere in the city. Even if you do pull it off, we will never make it out of the city. Everyone will be after us, and all the bridges will be loc

The next morning, Cassie stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom and stared at herself. Again, she deliberately wore a tailored white suit to show her position after last night's event. The white was to show the people that she was still strong and standing. That nothing could ever dim her light."You don't have to go in today." Aser’s voice came from the bed. He was sitting shirtless on the edge of the mattress with a fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm where the glass from Giovanni’s had cut him. His hair was messy, and his eyes were heavy with worry."If I don't go in," Cassie said, applying a fresh layer of red lipstick, "the Board will grow wings. They are already calling emergency meetings. Sterling is an even more bigger pain in my ass.""And so?" He grunted, standing up and walking over to her to wrap his arm around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. "Someone took a shot at your head less than twelve hours ago, Cassie. You are allowed to t

The remaining eleven board members sat frozen in their leather chairs, staring at the double doors where their colleague had just been dragged out by authorities. They looked like children who had just watched the class bully get expelled by the principal. Cassie reclaimed her seat at the head of the table with an unreadable expression. One would think she would look triumphant. "Now," Cassie said sharply. "Does anyone else have any security concerns regarding the merger? Or perhaps any other short positions on our stock they would like to disclose?" Vance, the board member who had seconded Sterling’s motion, looked like he was about to be sick. "No? Excellent." Cassie said and gestured to Miriam. "Bring the contracts." Miriam placed two thick leather-bound folders on the table, one in front of Cassie and the other in front of Aser. "This is the official merger agreement between Mane Enterprises and NovaTech Technologies," Cassie announced. "It integrates NovaTech's security A

In an unregistered building overlooking Central Park, Dmitri Varga stood in the center of the room, dripping wet. He hadn't changed out of his clothes since the warehouse disaster.Sitting in a leather chair facing the window was a distinguished old man who looked like a respectable university professor. He dressed the part, too, in a tweed jacket and with his silver hair neatly combed back. This was the Director of the Syndicate. "Repeat that for me, Dmitri," the director said softly, not turning around. "I want to make sure I understand what you're telling me.""It... it was a cyberattack," Varga stammered. "Cassie Stone did this. She's the reason the entire operation is cooked.""And the crypto wallets?""Gone," Varga whispered. "The keys were stored locally, so we lost access when the drives melted, meaning she locked us out of 1 billion dollars."That finally made the director turn to look at him with such coldness on his kind, grandfatherly face that Dmitri stumbled lightly."1