No helicopters.
Everything happened in silence.
Exactly as powerful men preferred.
Marcus awoke handcuffed.
Across from him sat Elena.
Not wearing a maid’s uniform.
Instead…
She wore a dark suit.
An intelligence badge rested beside a thick file.
Marcus stared.
“You…”
She nodded.
“My assignment wasn’t to destroy your uncle.”
“It was to identify the traitor inside his organization.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“So this whole time…”
“I was watching everyone.”
“You included.”
Another door opened.
Vincent entered.
His shoulder was bandaged.
He looked older than yesterday.
Not weaker.
Just tired.
Marcus glared at him.
“You should’ve killed me.”
Vincent remained silent for a long moment.
“When your father died…”
“I promised I’d raise you like my own son.”
Marcus looked away.
“You taught me everything.”
“I did.”
“You taught me power.”
“I taught you loyalty.”
Marcus laughed.
“Loyalty doesn’t buy kingdoms.”
“No.”
Vincent replied quietly.
