Chapter 7 - THE HEIR APPARENT
Victory brought no peace. Vincent summoned Liam to the underground bunker beneath the Onyx Room. The old man looked aged, weary, but his eyes were sharp.
You are moving like a man who can hear the dark, Vincent signed, slamming his fist on the table. You bypassed my captains. You executed a made man. Who is feeding you information?
Liam remained stone-faced.
Vincent stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. It's the girl. The waitress. My men say she shadows you. If she knows our business, she is a liability.
Liam’s blood ran cold. He signed back, his gestures violent and sharp. She is mine. You touch her, and there won't be a syndicate left to run.
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Vincent drew back, shocked by the sheer, murderous intent radiating from his disabled son. The boy he had sought to protect was gone. In his place stood a kingmaker, ruthless and cold. Vincent slowly nodded, but Liam saw the lie on his father's lips. She is safe, Vincent mouthed.
Liam knew his father too well. Ava had just become a target.
