The wind whipped across the roof of the corporate high-rise, and I knew this was the moment Julian De Witt would finally break. The night air bit at my skin, cold and sharp, carrying the sounds of the city far below. Traffic hummed, sirens wailed in the distance, and somewhere out there, people lived their ordinary lives, unaware that a dynasty was crumbling before their eyes.I stood ten feet from Julian, the gun steady in my hand. The city lights spread out below like a sea of stars, each one a story, a life, a world of its own. Julian backed toward the edge, his expensive suit flapping wildly in the wind. His face remained calm,years of training had taught him to hide his emotions but his eyes betrayed him. Fear flickered there, raw and unmistakable, the fear of a man who had finally run out of options."You will not shoot me, Damien," he said, his voice fighting to stay steady. "You are not your father. Victor was a killer. You are not."I stepped closer, th
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