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vein of liquid gold. From the floor-to-ceiling window of my Brooklyn Heights study,

m was heavy with the scent of old leather, dust, an

Leo, stepped into the room. His hand hovered near the la

ight. "A girl is at the door. Says she has a deliv

ing my crystal glass on the immacul

girl. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, dressed in unassuming dark clothes, but her eyes held the cold

the Morgan bloodline. "You have three seconds to explain how you fo

ed silver coin onto the polished wood. It spun with a sharp metallic ring b

e Professor'-the most elusive and dangero

void of any childish tremor. "But you can call me Nemesi

Kirkland, the usurper who now sat on the Chairman's seat of the

a," I said coldly, leaning against th

d, holding my gaze with an intensity that demanded respe

rless laugh. "A bold

. The giant behind her-Derek-stepped forward and pl

," she c

rs, shipping routes for bootleg liquor, the names of every corrupt judge and police captain on Kirkland's payroll, and the exact

"But it comes with a price. Kirkland is moving to execute my last remaining loyal *Soldati* in less than seve

ring me the keys to my kingdom in exchange for a suicide mission. It was a d

r tonight," I said, my voice dr

ather's life," Athena countered flawlessly. "

ying potential she harbored. She wasn't just a survivor; she

ate of the New York underworld. I looked up at Leo. "Gathe

sharply.

arkening. "Before we ride, I need to see the rat

ed thirst for vengeance. Moretti was a former V

hidden door that led to the holding ce