جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 27

KILLIAN'S POV"DAMN IT! Another stack of thirty-year-old tax papers! I am going to throw this desk through the window!" I yelled from a corner.Lane didn't even look up from his tablet. "That's box number four, boss. You've been staring at those Castel files for six straight hours. Your coffee went cold two hours ago."It was 4:00 AM inside my study. Outside, the rain was pounding against the glass panes, but inside, the floor was covered in yellowed paper, leather folders, and printed financial sheets we had dragged out of the Castel storage.I ignored Lane, my eyes fixed on a thick, faded ledger stamped with a red seal from the exact night Commissioner Dimitri was gunned down in the street."Look at this, Lane," I rasped, tapping my index finger against the bottom row of figures.Lane pulled his chair closer, leaning over the desk. "What is it?""I was looking for proof of the current coup against my family," I said, my voice dropping into a whisper. "I thought these Castel records

RENESE'S POV I kicked open the door of our secondary dead-drop location—an abandoned brick basement beneath an old dry cleaner's on Seventh Street. It was 2:00 PM. The air inside smelled like damp mildew, bleach, and stale dust. Felix and Bram followed closely behind me, their weapons drawn, scanning the shadows with flashlights. Two hours ago, my system flagged an alert. One of our dead drops had been breached. "Nothing was stolen, Ghost," Bram grunted, shining his light across the dusty room. "The flash drives in the wall cavity are still here. The cash envelope hasn't been touched." "Then why did they come here?" I asked, stepping over broken glass toward the table in the center of the room. I pulled off my leather gloves, running my bare fingers along the rough edge of the wood. Nothing seemed out of place on top. But as I leaned down, shining my pe

KILLIAN'S POV "If you shoot me, Killian, you're going to have to explain to the press why you killed your ex-fiancée in your own living room." I held my Sig Sauer perfectly level, the black sight lined up right between Camilla Thaddeus's eyes. It was 11:00 PM. Camilla was standing in the center of my library, dressed in a trench coat, her designer heels dripping rainwater onto my Persian rug. She didn't have a weapon in her hands. She was holding a ledger against her chest like a shield. Lane and Nestor were standing by the double doors, their guns drawn, keeping their distance. "How the hell did you get past my guards, Camilla?" I growled, my finger resting lightly on the trigger. "I used the gate near the greenhouse," Camilla said smoothly, not flinching even an inch from my gun. "The same gate your little runaway sister used. Honestly, Killian, your

RENESE’S POV "Hmm, if we trip a hidden laser in this cabin, Bram, I’m making you carry me back to the van." Bram grunted, his night-vision goggles resting on his forehead as he pushed open the creaky door of an old cabin tucked deep inside the pines, miles beyond the Verona. "No offense, Ghost, but you’re heavy when you’re wearing boots." "I am delicate and light as a feather, Bram," I said smoothly, stepping over a pile of dry pine needles cluttering the dark entryway. "Your lifting form is just terrible." Toby, our younger hacker who was still adjusting to field ops, followed right behind us, clutching a military laptop against his chest. His eyes were wide as he scanned the dusty room with a flashlight. "Ghost... are you sure nobody followed us from the highway? That four-point crown freak could be right behind us." "I took us through three dead-zone ro