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I turned and walked back down the trail toward the cars, my mind already working through the next steps.

Amai thought he’d won. He thought he’d eliminated the threat, claimed his woman, secured his future.

But he’d forgotten the most important lesson I’d ever taught him.

Power wasn’t about what you could take.

It was about what you could keep.

And right now, Amai was holding onto something that was going to slip through his fingers the moment Truth discovered who he really was.

The moment she learned about Yahmaria. About the concrete hole. About the violence he was capable of.

She’d run.

And when she did, Amai would either let her go?—

Or he’d destroy her trying to keep her.

Either way, the family would fracture. The empire would crumble. Everything I’d built would collapse under the weight of my son’s obsession.

Unless I stopped it first.

I reached the cars and climbed into the driver’s seat. The men were already loading Kaisen into one of the SUVs, wrapping him in blankets, administering an IV. He’d be out soon.

I started the engine and pulled onto the dirt road, heading back toward the city.

Behind me, the concrete tomb lay open under the stars, empty now but still radiating menace.

A reminder of what my son had become.

And a warning of what I’d have to do to stop him.

Chapter 14

TRUTH

The adrenaline was still coursing through me when I climbed into Raven’s car.

My hands were shaking—not violently, but enough that I had to press them against my thighs to steady them. My heart was pounding in my chest, a rapid drumbeat that hadn’t slowed since I’d made the call, since I’d dropped the location pin, since Raven saidI’m on my way.

I’d done it.

I’d left.

And now, sitting in the passenger seat of my sister’s Honda Accord with the door closed and the engine running, the reality of that decision was settling over me like a weight.

Raven didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at me—really looked at me—her dark eyes scanning my face, my body language, the way I was holding myself together by sheer force of will.

Then she reached over and squeezed my hand.

“You good?” she asked, her voice low and careful.

I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure if it was true. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“You sure? Because you look like you just ran a marathon.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “I feel like I did.”