NERO’S GAME
“Always a pleasure doing business, Nero. I do hope your little family stays… intact. And congratulations on the baby.”
Nero’s gun didn’t waver, but his voice was low, cold, and final. “You just declared war, Viktor. And I promise you—”
He stepped closer, his words like ice.
“...you’ll regret being the first to start it.”
Viktor’s smirk lingered as Nero turned and stormed out, Nico following in his wake, already coordinating the lockdown through his earpiece.
Outside, the air felt heavier, the night colder.
Nero didn’t speak as they crossed the compound toward their waiting car. He was too busy fighting the hurricane inside him, rage, fear, the violent need to destroy everything between him a
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