The Don's Heir: A Campus Underworld

Lucas stepped forward first, his green eyes shining with det

h a hard-to-read expression, Damien drew everyone's attention. After what seemed like forever, he pushed

ght. We have only a few hours to prepare. Knowing how criminal masterminds o

with excitement. The Blackthorn Gala, a major social event, was drawing the academic and b

or. The modest college student was gone, replaced by a vision in a sleek black gown that shimmered like oil on water. T

reverie. Knowing it was Lucas before

both of them were stunned by each other's transformation. "Your appearance.

idiculous?" she offered wi

ntense gaze. Damien's voice from the doorway interrupted the moment.

his charcoal-grey suit. Elena joined them in a graceful burgundy gown, looking elegant and understat

er exquisite beaded clutch was a high-tech communication tool connecting her to her unlikely allies. The ballroom was dazzling, wi

aces and potential threats. Detective Harper was covertly questioning the catering staff, looking uncomfortable in his rented tux. Professor Russo was ch

s cut short as she approached and saw dark figures slipping between the pillars. The ballroom's atmosphere thickened with tension,

e stage. Avery would remember that face even now, years later. Her breath caught in her throat. S

ooth and reassuring. "However, I have something that might spoil the festivities." Ave

nto the shadows. "My daughter has returned to us," he announced, his voice echoi

r look at the girl destined to rule the underworld. Avery's well-laid plans seemed to crumble, an

y could move, a strong hand grabbed her elbow. She spun around to face

hen. Or should I say, the new Don? I think we need to have a qui

e unfortunate accidents." Avery was guided toward a dark door, her mind racing. Damien and Lucas were som

ckthorn University and the criminal world. When the door closed and the shocked audience quietly left the ballroom, Avery's fate was sealed. What had started as