Chapter 124 – Daphne POV
Finally.
After the longest day of grief-themed theater and barely disguised power plays, I shut the bathroom door behind me and breathe.
I towel off my hands, shrug into a loose black tank, and sit cross-legged in bed.
Julie left a glass of something herbal and suspiciously spiked on the nightstand. I'll drink it later.
Right now, I open my laptop, pull out the flash drive he handed me this morning—silver, sleek, and marked with a single engraved C.
Inside?
Information on the potential protagonists.
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The first folder is labeled LUCIANO.
Of course.
I click through it briefly.
Business reports. Offshore accounts. Surveillance stills. Call logs. Blackmail trails so clean they might as well be embossed.
I know all this already.
Luciano is calculated, charming when he wants to be, and the walking embodiment of traditional male violence dressed in a tailored suit.
He believes in succession by blood and loyalty by fear.
