"I am offering you a final opportunity. This is not a matter of sentiment. I spent decades investing in your intellect and your character, and I refuse to watch that investment evaporate because of a bout of self-destructive idealism." Robert moved to a mahogany table where several thick folders were arranged in a neat row. "The Bradfords are a memory. Daniel is currently sitting in a federal cell facing a minimum of twenty years. You won. You dismantled a rival and proved you possess the strategic mind of a Laurent. Now, stop pretending to be a common man and take what belongs to you."He flicked open the first folder. It contained an organizational chart so complex it looked like a map of the human nervous system. Marcus saw a web of dozens of corporations and hundreds of names, a network that stretched across three states and touched nearly every major industry."This is the Laurent footprint," Robert said, his finger tracing the lines of the hierarchy. "Construction, real estate,

Robert walked to the window, staring out at the jagged, glittering skyline of Manhattan. Marcus watched his father's reflection in the glass, seeing the gears of a predatory mind at work as he calculated the cost of compliance."The operations you want to cut represent about sixty million in annual turnover," Robert said eventually. "You are asking me to amputate a vital limb of this empire for the sake of your conscience.""I am asking you to eliminate the high-risk variables that lead to federal indictments. Eight percent is a small price to pay for longevity." Marcus stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. "You cannot stay ahead of the FBI forever. Removing the most scrutinized industries gives the Laurent family a future. It is basic risk management."Robert turned back, and for the first time, Marcus saw a flicker of genuine respect in his father's eyes. "You aren't arguing from a place of morality. You are arguing from a place of sustainability. That is a sophisticated piv

Victor stood guard at the entrance of the Queens warehouse after accompanying Marcus."Your father is waiting inside," Victor said."He has been pacing for the better part of an hour.""Is this another lecture, Victor? Another sermon on the necessity of ruthlessness?""It is more complicated than that." Victor leaned in. "There is a man in there. He was caught skimming from the Laurent operations. Your father intends for you to settle the account personally."A cold weight settled in the pit of Marcus’s stomach. "Settle it how, exactly?""In the manner of the old guard." Victor met his gaze, and for a fleeting second, Marcus detected a trace of genuine regret. "I attempted to dissuade him. I argued that your work with the Castellanos and the Council had already established your value. But he is convinced that you require this specific education, and he has no intention of letting you walk out of that door until the lesson is finished."Stark work lights beat down on a man bound to a re

"Then we will handle it," Marcus said. He made the decision even as doubts screamed at him from every direction. "Regardless of paternity, regardless of how complicated this looks, we will make sure you and that baby have everything you need.""Marcus, you don't owe me anything. After what I did, and after how my family treated you, you have every right to walk away and let me figure this out alone." Victoria was crying now, tears falling despite her attempts to maintain composure. "I wouldn't blame you. I don't deserve your help.""This isn't about what you deserve. It's about what is right." Marcus pulled out his phone, already planning."You need better medical care than you are getting. I want the best obstetrician in the city and a hospital that specializes in high-risk pregnancies. We need every advantage to ensure this baby is healthy.""I cannot afford that. I am barely making rent on a receptionist salary." Victoria wiped her eyes with napkins from the dispenser. "Marcus, I ap