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CHAPTER 395
There was a silence that followed certainty, not the empty kind, but the heavy, grounding kind—the type that settles deep in a man’s chest when a decision has finally been made, and there is no more need to question it. Mr. Finnegan sat alone in his study that night, the city of Riverage stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls. The lights flickered like restless thoughts, but for once, his mind was still. The reports lay untouched on his desk, the surveillance summaries. The background checks. The contingency plans he had prepared in case Princewill failed. All of it suddenly felt unnecessary. For the first time in a long time, Finnegan allowed himself to lean back fully into his chair, exhaling slowly as he stared at the ceiling. “He passed.” The words sounded strange coming from his own mouth. Not because they were uncertain but because they were final. He closed his eyes briefly, and the scenes replayed in his mind. Not as a strategist, not as a man anal
CHAPTER 394
Admiration was dangerous and Mr. Finnegan knew that better than most. It softened judgments, it blurred lines, hell, it made a man overlook details that could later destroy everything he had built. And Finnegan… did not survive this long by allowing himself that kind of weakness. Yet, as he stood in the quiet dimness of his private office the night after the incident on the road, he found himself replaying it. Not the fight itself, but the choices. Princewill had no obligation to step out of that car. He could have reversed. Driven away or at least called for help, protected himself first. Instead, he stepped out and more importantly… he stayed. Finnegan swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching it catch the light. “He didn’t hesitate,” he muttered. Kade stood nearby, arms folded. “Men do strange things when a woman is watching.” Finnegan shook his head slowly. “No, I doubt it, that wasn’t performance.” There had been no theatrics in Princewill’s act
CHAPTER 393
Power had a way of making men suspicious. Mr. Finnegan had not built his empire in by trusting easily. Trust, to him, was a currency more valuable than money—and far more dangerous when misplaced. He had seen men smile with loyalty in their eyes while betrayal brewed quietly underneath. He had buried partners, destroyed rivals, and outlived enemies who once swore they would see him fall. So when his daughter's Ex Javier walked into his study one evening with speaking about a man named Princewill who was dating his daughter now, Finnegan did not hear love. He heard risk, and knowing that this Princewill wasn't in any way a native from his town, he knew something was up. He sat behind his heavy oak desk, fingers steepled, eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in calculation. “Say his name again,” he said calmly. “Princewill.” “And what does he do?” “He’s… not like the people you’re used to,” he replied carefully, “He seems to be someone who will bring down your family
CHAPTER 392
The door to the study shut harder than necessary. Not a slam. But close enough. The kind of force that didn’t break anything—but made it clear something inside wanted to. Thiago Andreas stood still for a moment after entering, his back to the room, his hand still resting on the handle. His jaw was tight, shoulders squared, breath controlled in that dangerous way that meant it wasn’t controlled at all. Silence filled the space, his space. Or at least… what used to be his. The study was dimly lit, just as he preferred it. Shelves lined with rare volumes, a bar untouched in the corner, a desk carved from dark wood that had seen decisions made without permission, without hesitation. Without anyone above him. Now, that was all gone. He walked forward slowly, loosening his tie, each step measured but heavy. The sound of his shoes against the polished floor echoed louder than usual. Or maybe it just felt louder. Because everything felt louder now. Every thought,
CHAPTER 391
Power doesn’t disappear overnight, instead it lingers, in habits and in the way a man walks into a room expecting silence and still gets it, even when he no longer owns the reason why. Thiago Andreas still walked like that, even now, even after everything, the sun rose over Riverage like nothing had changed. It stretched across glass towers and steel veins, casting light over a city that had learned long ago how to hide its fractures beneath routine. But inside the walls of Thiago’s world... nothing was normal anymore. He stood in his office, hands behind his back, posture exact, gaze fixed on the skyline he had once navigated like a map etched into his mind. Every building meant something. Every street had a memory. Every shadow had once obeyed him. Now, it all felt just slightly out of reach, not gone, just… no longer his. Behind him, the room carried a tension so subtle it almost passed for professionalism. Assistants stood ready, aides hovered with tablets and
CHAPTER 390
The room had already decided what it was. A battlefield. But not the kind with chaos and gunfire, this one was quieter, colder and controlled, Thiago’s gun was raised now. Steady and aimed directly at Elias Smith. Diego shifted slightly to the side, sensing movement behind them... more men, more presence, more confirmation of what they both already knew. They were surrounded completely. Elias stood still, unarmed and unbothered. As if the weapon pointed at him meant nothing. “Go on,” Elias said softly with a smirk. “You’ve done it before or should I say almost.” Thiago’s finger rested near the trigger. Not tightening. Not pulling. Just… there. “You don’t flinch,” Thiago said. Elias tilted his head slightly. “Should I?” A pause. “You sent someone to kill me,” Elias continued. “You planned it carefully. Quietly. Efficiently.” Another step forward. The gun didn’t stop him. “You think I would stand here today if I feared you even for a second? If an
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