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“Two fine-ass men! Both of them checking for you! Both of them putting money in your pocket!” She wiped her eyes. “Sis, I’m not even mad. I’mimpressed.”

I covered my face with my hands.

“This is a mess.”

“This isentertainment,” Raven corrected. “And I got a front-row seat.”

I groaned.

But underneath the embarrassment, underneath the confusion?—

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Kaisen had kissed me.

The way my body had responded.

The way I’d wanted more.

And the way I still couldn’t stop thinking about Amai.

But I’d be crazy as hell to let a good man like Kaisen slip through my fingers.

Chapter 3

RAHSAAN BOUDREAUX

The warehouse district office smelled like concrete, dust, and old metal.

No windows. No art on the walls. Just exposed brick, industrial lighting, and a desk that had seen better decades. The kind of space that said everything about the man who occupied it: function over feeling, control over chaos, survival over comfort.

I liked it that way.

Rahsaan Boudreaux didn’t need comfort. Didn’t need distractions. What I needed was information, leverage, and the patience to wait for the right moment to strike.

And I’d been waiting a long time.

I stroked the raised scar across my throat, compliments of Amai. Six years ago, he’d pressed a blade to my throat in front of men who used to answer to me and told me if I ever touched his docks again, he’d finish the cut.

I looked at the reports spread across my desk—shipping manifests, surveillance photos, intercepted communications. Three of his shipments had been delayed in the past two weeks. Not stolen. Just delayed. Enough to make his buyers nervous. Enough to make them wonder if the Demon was losing his grip.

I ran my finger down the list of dock workers we’d turned. Seven so far. Not enough to cripple him, but enough to create friction. Enough to make him look over his shoulder.

It was just a distraction. Keep Amai’s attention on the docks while I found the rest of his money houses. That’s how you hurt him. Fuck with his money. He don’t give a shit about anything else. That’s what made him so dangerous. He didn’t have threads you could pull to make him unravel.

He had bullied me out of my territory six years ago.

Took my docks. Took my distribution routes. Took my reputation and ground it into the pavement like a cigarette butt. I barely escaped with my life. He should’ve killed me when he had the chance because I was on his ass now.

He’d left me with scraps and expected me to disappear.

But I didn’t disappear.

I rebuilt. Slowly. Carefully. Waiting for the moment when the Demon showed weakness.

And now—finally—I could feel it coming.

The door opened without a knock.

Keyshaun, my lieutenant, stepped inside. He was young but hungry and loyal because I saved him. He was holding a manila envelope, and his face had that look—the one that said he’d found something worth interrupting me for.