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Chapter Seven – The Eyes in the Dark
Author: Pen-Goddess
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The city never truly slept, but Jackson hadn’t closed his eyes since the docks. The photograph lay on the table in his penthouse, its edges curling, the image burning into him.

His mother, bleeding, frozen in her final moments. Whoever left it had been close enough to slip past his guards, close enough to know where he lived. And the message: We know who you are.

He poured a glass of whiskey, his reflection in the window looking back at him, Mr. Black, the phantom billionaire, the mask that was both his weapon and his cage. But someone out there saw the man underneath.

By morning, Victor called. His voice was gravel and command. “Black. You did good at the docks. Carlo says you’ve got fire in you. I like that. Tonight, you ride with me.”

Jackson hesitated. Victor himself? That was closer than he expected this soon. “Where to?”

Victor chuckled darkly. “You’ll see.”

The line went dead. Evening bled into night, and a black Bentley collected Jackson. Inside, Victor lounged in the backseat
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