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"I'm taking you to Shadowbrook—trust me, you'll love it." They headed out to the parking lot where her beast of a truck waited: a sleek, black Chevy Silverado 2500 SRT, its powerful stance and chrome accents gleaming under the evening lights. Nico raised an eyebrow as he climbed into the passenger seat, the leather interior still warm from the day's sun. "This thing looks like it could tow a house," he teased. Elara laughed, firing up the engine with a low, satisfying rumble. "It can. But tonight it's just getting us to dinner." She pulled out smoothly, the truck eating up the miles as they left the familiar grounds behind and headed toward Shadowbrook.

They knew they needed to buy a lot of baby stuff, most importantly strollers. A gasp escaped Brooklyn’s mouth seeing the sleek white camper van parked at the entrance of the hotel. Their luggage was already loaded. Brooklyn was amazed at the luxurious insides of the van. She tucked the twins well in the cots and sat down on the couch nearby. Nikolas spoke to the driver and they started on their journey. “Do you like it?” asked Nikolas, seeing Brooklyn’s excited gaze as she looked around the vehicle. “Yeah, it’s very comfortable. I love it.” Said Brooklyn. Nikolas nodded and picked up his phone.

The car idled outside her building at 7:15 sharp. Alexander sat in the back, scrolling emails he wasn’t reading, watching the front door of the walk-up like it owed him something. Rain streaked the windows in steady sheets—New York doing its dramatic winter thing. He’d sent the Mercedes instead of the Maybach. Less ostentatious. Though he wasn’t sure anything with a driver truly qualified as low-key. He’d chosen Il Buco carefully. Intimate but public. Good food, dim lighting, tables far enough apart that conversation stayed private. Neutral ground, as promised.

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Iryna was wearing an I <3 NY T-shirt, along with a foam Lady Liberty tiara we'd gotten at a gift shop. "Nothing too fancy I hope." Her arms tightened around me. "No, fancy is tomorrow. Today just a great hamburger place." "Sounds good to me." Our driver was waiting at the dock, and we made our way through the ridiculous Manhattan traffic until we arrived at our destination, HB Burger, just a few blocks south of Central Park. Reservations had been made and our table was ready, and the smell of good beer and sizzling burgers filled the air. I'm not much of a drinker, but that was too good to pass up. All in all it was perfect, but it was nothing compared to what was waiting when we got to our

"He's trying to starve us. We're running at a total loss." "He wants you begging for scraps," Lina said, hands flat on the table. "He's trying to buy the street with Tokyo cash." "We got truck payments, lady," the guy on the right snapped. "Drivers, parts. It isn't cheap." "Dominic Moretti wants your whole fleet," Lina slid a thick manila folder across the wood. "Open it." The middle trucker flipped it open, scanning the text. "Five-year deals," Lina explained. "Fixed rates, guaranteed hours, straight through the East Pier hub."

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I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”