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Maybe it’s the chance to prove myself or maybe it’s the chance to run.
But a chance is a chance, and pretending to be someone else is my bread, butter, and my raspberry jam.
So bring it on.
I rub my hands, crack my knuckles, and get ready to brave The Barrington’s five-star halls wearing my sister’s rich girl mask.
Like everything else, the corner office belongs to my brother.
Jericho Moon, Director of Investment.
I don’t get the fancy title, the perks of being born into a crime family, or credit for running the show.
Until now.
Kicking my feet up on my brother’s walnut desk, I watch the city skyline twinkle while my ass warms his leather chair.
I thought I was in for another decade of playing yes-man. Following my father’s orders while gathering power to protect my real family.
Then Jericho shattered his spine and cracked his skull.
I owe a deep kiss to the angel who cut his brakes.
While my father hovers at Jericho’s bedside, I’m finally making moves.
I’m not just standing in at the helm at our legal businesses—I’m fucking taking over. Starting with Jericho’s inbox.
Our clients were spooked when my brother’s racing accident hit the news cycle.
I couldn’t let them panic. I had to step out of the shadows before they pulled their cash.
They were cautiously optimistic when they found out I’ve been managing their portfolios from the jump.
Jericho’s been busy partying. Chasing omegas, snorting lines, and racing cars.
I’ve been covering his shit for fifteen years. Ever since I came first in final exams.
Some fathers pay their kids for good grades.
I never met the deadbeat until the middle school hearing where he accused me of cheating. Then I was rank-stripped, suspended, and put on notice.
The illegitimate son isn’t allowed to outshine the rightful heir.
That’s when Kairo started grooming me as my brother’s pawn. He threatened Bishop, Dutch, and Reese, who were already so obviously my future pack.
Eleven years old, what was I supposed to do?
Fight the Triad with a water gun?
I failed my classes and aced Jericho’s homework. Took his tests. Won his fights. The better I performed, the better Jericho looked.
That’s where Kairo fucked up.
He shouldn’t have given me a chance.
Now, the investors know who to trust, and they don’t give a fuck where I came from as long as I keep making them rich.
I’m not strong enough. Not yet.
