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DOM

I clicked my cufflink into place, straightening out the bloodied sleeves of my white button down.

Inside the glass elevator, the golden hour casting a yellow glow over the Manhattan skyline. Kiera stood next to me, watching the numbers climb on the LCD screen. While Leo and Spencer stood behind us, watching us rise higher and higher above the city.

Kiera’s skin was covered in blood splatters and dirt; she still hadn’t had a chance to shower since her captivity. We were all in the same clothes we’d worn all day. Leo’s balaclava was wrapped around her neck, her pistol still holstered to her side.

The security guards at the front desk had tried to stop us, but one flash of my badge and they’d backed off.

A reckoning was coming to Zeus, and no one wanted to be on the wrong side.

Our wedding best should have said enough. What we were willing to do, the price we were willing to pay.

Spencer leaned against the elevator's railing. “Feels wrong to be in a place this nice with blood on my hands.”

“No point washing them,” I grumbled. “We’ll just spill more.”

But as we neared the executive floor, Kiera’s hand reached for mine, intertwining our crimson stained fingers.

It was time for us to stake our claim. To take our birthrights.

A soft ding announced our arrival.

And as the doors swung open, I marched forward.

The receptionist shot up from her seat. “Ms. Dumont… I…” Her eyes darted down to my clothes, the splatters decorating my collar making her yelp.

“No need to worry, Sophie. It’s not mine.” Dom offered her a polite smile before tapping on the desk. “Do me a favor? Make sure no one comes to this floor. I need privacy.”

All I could do was hope that the kindness I’d expressed over the years could have bought me some loyalty. Behind her desk, my gaze caught on a packed bankers box.

She’s read the files.

Her face grew stern as she met my gaze. “Yes, Ms. Dumont.”

“Thanks.” With a wink, I pushed off the desk and strode toward the glass-walled conference room.

I kept my grip on Kiera’s hand as Leo jogged ahead of me. Inside, executives I’d known my entire life screamed at each other in their pristine suits. Some of them wore tuxedos, some dresses. They’d seen the chaos of my father’s failed nuptials.

But they had no idea that somewhere in the woods upstate, pieces of their CEOs body were being dissolved in acid.

Leo grabbed the metal handle and swung the door open.

Kiera and I stepped through first, Spencer following behind to the one other exit in the room and closing it off. Two locks clicked into place as Leo and Spencer worked in unison to seal us inside, hands on their pistols.

At the head of the table, a black leather chair sat empty. I walked straight to it, as the arguing quieted. Standing over the seat, I let my hands touch the fabric.

How many years had I watched my father sit here, take command of the company, drive it into the ground?

Kiera took her place to my right, towering over Gabriel’s puny chair. Never to become anything more than an evil henchman.

But before Gabriel ever walked into this room, it was Brennan’s. A chair not below Isaac’s but adjacent to it. Two allies, one goal.

The board members stared at us, two killers at the head of their table.

“Call the police!” Bernard called out, tears nearly welling in his eyes. His suit was clean, pristine. Like he’d run straight out of the wedding, happy to turn tail and leave.