CHAPTER 190 PART 3
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His son stepped into the room hesitantly, reading Raymond's mood with the practiced skill of someone who'd spent a lifetime navigating his father's volatile temperament.

"Father," Josh said carefully. "I heard you shouting. Is everything alright?"

"Does anything about this situation look alright to you?" Raymond gestured at the television screens. "Peter Hartley is dead. Wesley is missing. The alliance meeting collapsed into chaos. And I'm no closer to understanding what's happening or how to s
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  • CHAPTER 195 PART 1

    Marcus Chen shifted uncomfortably, pulling out his phone and scrolling through encrypted messages that had arrived while he and Jack were analyzing the Hartley murder. His expression grew increasingly troubled with each message he read."Boss," Marcus said hesitantly, "there's something else you need to know. Something that's going to complicate our survival strategy."Jack's head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What now? What else could possibly make this situation worse?""Raymond Romano has put out contracts," Marcus replied, his voice tight with concern. "Multiple contracts. High-value targets. And according to my sources inside his organization, you're at the top of the list.""That's not news," Jack said dismissively. "Of course Raymond wants me dead. I've known that since the warehouse fire. That's why I'm hiding out here instead of operating in the city.""It's more than just wanting you dead, boss," Marcus pressed. "He's hired professionals. Real professional

  • CHAPTER 194 PART 3

    "Boss," Marcus said carefully, "you're not hiding because of Darius Kane. You're hiding because of Raymond Romano. You said yourself that if Raymond caught you after the warehouse fire, he'd make an example of you. Torture you for days before finally letting you die.""Raymond Romano only became a threat because Darius Kane made me vulnerable," Jack snarled. "If that bastard hadn't destroyed my operation, hadn't killed my best men, hadn't left me half-dead in a burning warehouse—Raymond wouldn't dare touch me. I'd still be powerful. Still be protected."He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "But you're right. I can't go back to Duskfort yet. Not until I've rebuilt my strength, gathered new resources, found a way to either eliminate Raymond Romano or make peace with him. And definitely not until I've figured out what to do about Darius Kane."Marcus hesitated, then asked, "What do you want to do about him, boss? I mean, long-term. Are we planning revenge? Trying to ally with h

  • CHAPTER 194 PART 2

    "Not just knowing it," Jack corrected. "Counting on it. Because that's how men like Darius Kane operate. They don't avoid fights. They don't try to de-escalate conflicts or find peaceful solutions. They actively seek out the biggest, most dangerous opponents they can find and challenge them to open combat.""But why?" Marcus asked, genuinely confused. "What does he gain from making more enemies? From painting a bigger target on his back?""Justice," Jack said, and there was bitter irony in his voice. "Or what he perceives as justice, anyway. See, normal people understand that the world is complicated. That good and evil aren't clear-cut categories. That sometimes bad people need to be worked with or tolerated because eliminating them would cause more problems than it solves."He shook his head. "But Darius Kane doesn't think that way. He sees the world in absolutes. The people who destroyed his family are evil. Everyone who supports them or works with them is also evil. And evil must

  • CHAPTER 194 PART 1

    The safe house was located forty miles outside Duskfort's city limits, hidden deep in the rural countryside where neighbors were scarce and questions were even scarcer. It was a nondescript farmhouse, weathered by time and deliberately maintained to look abandoned from the outside—peeling paint, overgrown weeds, broken shutters hanging at odd angles.But inside, it was fully functional. Climate-controlled rooms, satellite internet, secure communication systems, and enough supplies to sustain several people for months if necessary. It was exactly the kind of place someone on the run would choose to hide until the heat died down.Jack Morrison sat in what had once been the farmhouse's living room, now converted into a makeshift command center. Laptops were scattered across a rickety table, their screens glowing in the dim light. News feeds from multiple sources played simultaneously on various devices, all reporting the same shocking story.Jack's injuries from the warehouse explosion h

  • CHAPTER 193 PART 2

    Edward pulled out his phone and scrolled through notes he'd compiled. "Surprisingly little, actually. Darius Kane is something of a ghost. He has a legitimate identity—birth certificate, social security number, all the proper documentation. But his history is... sparse.""Sparse how?" Garrick pressed."Well, he grew up in Duskfort as part of the Kane family, obviously," Edward began. "Good student, attended local schools, enrolled in college here. Then, about six years ago, he vanished. Completely. No employment records, no tax filings, no social media presence, no credit card activity—nothing. It's like he fell off the face of the earth.""And then?" Donald asked, leaning forward with interest."And then, six months ago, he reappeared," Edward continued. "Suddenly back in Duskfort, living at the Vanderbilt estate, making appearances at social events. But there's no explanation for where he was during those six years or what he was doing. That entire period of his life is just... blan

  • CHAPTER 193

    The silence in the Wesley dining room stretched for another uncomfortable moment before Donald shifted in his seat, wincing as the movement pulled at his bruised ribs. He set down his napkin and looked between his grandfather and his uncle with an expression that mixed confusion and growing concern."Do you really think Darius Kane could have done that to Peter Hartley and Wesley Hasley?" Donald asked, his voice still slightly slurred from his split lip. "I mean, actually done it? Murdered Peter that brutally and made Wesley disappear without a trace?"Edward Wesley let out a long, weary sigh, his fingers coming up to massage his temples as if trying to ward off an impending headache. "Honestly, Donald? I don't know what to think anymore. I don't want to make assumptions without evidence. But...""But?" Donald pressed."But he's the only real suspect we have," Edward admitted, dropping his hands and meeting his nephew's eyes. "The timing is too convenient. Peter and Wesley were direct

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