OCEAN'S POVI sit in my car outside Ethan's house, engine idling, hands still gripped on the steering wheel. I should leave. The meeting is over. I have three more appointments today, two territory disputes to settle, and a shipment coming in tonight that needs my personal oversight.But I don't put the car in drive, I can't.Because I can't stop seeing her face.Lola. My son's wife. Twenty-three years old with eyes that look like they've seen a thousand lifetimes of pain. And that bruise.She'd tried to hide it. Done a decent job, actually. The makeup was expertly applied, blended carefully at the edges. Most people wouldn't have noticed anything wrong.But I didn't build an empire by missing details. I've spent thirty years reading people, cataloging threats, spotting weaknesses and lies. It's kept me alive in a world where one wrong move means death.So yeah, I noticed.The way she held herself too carefully, like her body hurt. The way she flinched when Ethan's voice got sharp. T
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