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Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles. A loud crash echoed behind them. Another book had fallen, heavy as a coffin. This one spilled fire instead of blood. Golden flames flowed from its pages, spreading across the shelves and casting an eerie glow throughout the aisle. Camela turned around, as her heart raced. “What…what is that one?” she asked. Vincent’s face went pale, and his fire flickered. “It’s mine,” he replied. The book opened with a sharp crack, and its pages bled with his essence: his fire, his chains, and the smile he wore when he pulled her into the hall…with the threads he had wrapped around her wrists.

“And I want his bookie in West Side strung up by his wrists. Alive. We’ll let him leak what we want Rino to hear.” “Public or private?” “Private. I want Rino guessing. I want him to lose sleep. I want him calling his guys at three a.m. just to see if they’re breathing.” I let out a laugh, “And what about the nephew, I intend to send him back in pieces?” “Package each piece, send them in separate deliveries. Let his crew pick him up like loose change.” “What the hell could he want, Vince?” I asked, frowning. “The Lombardis have been quiet for years. I don’t know what made them stupid enough to poke the bear, knowing fucking well we’d crush them.”

Living quietly in the same place where everything had happened. That wasn’t normal. People who lost everything usually left. Started over somewhere else. Why hadn’t she? Tiana paced the living room while Vince watched her. “He’s reading about me right now,” she said. He didn’t ask how she knew. He just nodded. “Yes.” She stopped. “Is this where we lose control?” Vince stood. “No. This is where he thinks he’s gaining it.” She stared at him. “And he’s wrong.” Voss picked up his phone.

She is coming for everything we own, Julian! Shut your mouth about her, Julian yelled, pointing a trembling finger directly at her face. Vivienne is a broken, sickly woman who spent the last twelve months starving in a basement. She does not have the technical resources or the financial backing to execute a multi front market squeeze against Vance Global without help!

“Getting so weak and pathetic over an unworthy woman!” I stared at her, my chest tightening. I’d suspected it before, but now… Now I was sure. The lost assets, my empire slowly crumbling. Both of them were behind it. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay still, to not lose control right there. But inside, something was already unraveling. Then Vince shifted his attention to me. His eyes were cold, calculating—like I was nothing more than a problem he was about to eliminate. “Just submit yourself, Aiden,” he said casually, as if offering a simple deal. “If not… then you’ll find out what happens next.”

There was no way it wouldn't end in a very ugly way. And despite the growing need to show him that I was there, and that no other girl who answered his Stories was more interesting than me, I also didn't want to make it clear to him that I would be available at any time to answer his messages, but I couldn't pretend to myself that I was at the mercy of someone I barely knew, and it was very wrong to admit God forgive me, but I judged a book a lot by its cover. And Flynn Ashton's book seemed to me like the bible, so angelic that man seemed to me.

Michael teased. Vince playfully rolled his eyes. "Anyway, enough about that. I got some serious business to discuss." Michael's expression suddenly became serious. "Okay, what's up?" He asked. Vince took a deep breath and began to narrate the whole story, starting from when he paused his speech to run after Jerry, only to bump into Mrs. Johnson. "So, while I was about to give my speech during your grand opening in Seoul. I had seen you run out of the building, obviously annoyed, so I decided to run after you but I got lost in the hallways and I saw someone I never expected.

His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning. Marcus flinched as if shocked, releasing his grip with a look of resentment, though he had no choice but to let go. "Uncle... she..." Damien's voice remained lazy, yet there was an undercurrent of subtle anger. "Trying to say she was flirting with you? Out of all these people here, she chose you?" "Uncle, you know she and I..." Marcus, emboldened by alcohol, dared to speak up. Normally, he avoided Damien like a mouse avoids a cat, keeping as much distance as possible. Even more so now that he was older.

Madelyn Vance ~•~ Flynn was an attractive guy, but that damn mouth of his. Talking to him always gave me whiplash. It was like my body couldn’t decide whether to be flustered because of attraction or embarrassment around him. I hated it. And he also didn’t know how to answer questions.

I wanted to see him. No… I needed to see him. As we climbed the stairs, I could not help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest, even though I did not want to get thrilled about seeing him. The door was open, and I could hear their conversation as we approached the entrance. “Moonshine has a new Alpha now,” Vince said with a chuckle. “I won’t enjoy seeing that jerk’s face there, but I guess I have to put up with him for two weeks.”