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“You gave me the wrong diamonds! Where are my diamonds?”

“They were the right diamonds. Your invention failed.” The man in the white coat went wide-eyed, staring at him.

“No! I swear it was going to work!”

“You knew it wouldn’t work,” said Irish, looking at the man. “You knew but were too afraid to tell him. Those diamonds are nothing more than gunpowder. That’s what made them act like a weapon. A thousand years ago. It’s nothing today, sadly. It’s just ready-made diamond bullets. That’s it.”

“You’re lying,” whispered Yun.

“Unlike you,” said Mike. “We don’t lie. Feel free to test all of them.” Grabbing the handful of diamonds from his pockets, he tossed them across the deck.

Yun went to his knees, gathering the stones. He yelled at his men to help him, but no one came running. When he yelled again, he turned toward the cabin and frowned. His men were dead. Lying on the floor in pools of their own blood.

“Allow me to introduce you to my grandfather,” said Mike.

Yun stood, turning to stare at the dark figure. The light illuminated behind him, casting an eerie glow around his frame. To Mike, he looked like the eighth wonder of the world.

“No. This cannot be,” whispered Yun.

Mike and the others looked at one another, then back at Trak. He said nothing, his blade by his side dripping with blood.

I think you boys need to get off that boat.

They heard Luke’s warning but were mesmerized by what was happening in front of them.

“It’s not possible. I killed you,” said Yun.

“Then perhaps I’m not alive,” said Trak, slowly walking toward the man.

“Grandpa? You know this man?” frowned Mike.

“We met. Once. He tried to burn down a Tibetan monastery with children inside. I disagreed.”

“I-I left you to die. You were injured.”

“Then I am a ghost.”

Trak walked swiftly toward him, taking the knife and slashing it across his throat. Falling to his knees, he gasped for air, drowning in his own blood. Leaving his daughter next to him. The men leaped from the boat into their waiting ride and sped off.

Sixty seconds later, the sky glowed orange, red, and yellow as pieces of mahogany rained down into the sea. There was nothing left. Nothing.

“Grandpa. You knew him?” asked Mike again.

“It was a long time ago, Mike. When I heard his name mentioned in the same breath as your wife, I knew I had to finish what I started. Others will follow him, but they won’t be as strong.”

“Grandpa.”

“I’m tired. Getting old, I suppose. Wake me when we get to shore.” He leaned back in the boat, closing his eyes as they moved with quiet stealth toward the docks.

On the Osprey, he fell asleep and didn’t open his eyes until they touched down at Belle Fleur. When the doors opened and wives ran toward them, Lauren stood with her arms folded, staring at her husband.

Trak walked slowly toward her, then lifted her into the air, kissing her passionately in front of the others.

“I don’t want to speak of this again,” he said quietly. Laying her palm alongside his face, she nodded. She knew those eyes. She knew that pain.

“Mike! Mike, are you alright?” asked Sage, racing toward him.

“I’m fine, baby,” he said, kissing her. “It’s over with. Yun and his daughter are gone. The diamonds are gone, and so are most of his men.”

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