Outside the penthouse, Daniel’s black Mercedes purred to life. Lucas slid into the passenger seat, glancing over as Daniel gripped the wheel tightly.“Bro, you’re driving like you’re about to start a street race,” Lucas said with a smirk.Daniel didn’t smile. “I’m not racing, Lucas. I’m reclaiming what’s mine.”The city lights blurred past as they sped toward Aunt Jessica’s neighborhood a quiet, old money part of Brooklyn. When they pulled up, the house stood tall and neat, surrounded by a white fence and blooming roses.Lucas whistled. “Damn, she’s living good. Maybe she’s not gonna hand over those kids so easily.”Daniel cut the engine and stepped out, his face unreadable. “She doesn’t have to like me. She just has to listen.”They walked up to the porch. Daniel rang the bell once firm and steady. A few moments later, the door opened, revealing Aunt Jessica, arms crossed, eyes sharp as glass.“Daniel Blackwood,” she said coolly. “I was wondering how long it would take you to crawl h
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