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I nodded and continued walking.

Careful. Yes. I’d be careful.

But Amai?

Amai had stopped being careful the moment he decided that woman was worth more than his family.

And now he was going to learn what happened when you forgot where you came from.

When you forgot who made you.

When you forgot that kings could be unmade just as easily as they were crowned.

I climbed into my car and started the engine.

The drive to the lake would take forty-five minutes.

By the time I arrived, Priest would be in Terrell’s jail, locked in solitary confinement with no record of his existence.

By the time Amai realized what I’d done, it would be too late to stop it.

And Kaisen?

Kaisen would be pulled from his concrete tomb, cleaned up, and reminded that despite his failures, despite his betrayals, he was still my son.

I pulled out of the estate and onto the main road, my hands steady on the wheel.

Amai thought he’d won. Thought he’d claimed his prize and eliminated his rival.

But he’d forgotten the most important lesson I’d ever taught him.

There’s always someone above you.

Always someone with more power, more resources, more willingness to do what needs to be done.

And that someone was me.

I’d built this family. I’d shaped these sons.

And if one of them had gone rogue, had decided his obsession was more important than his legacy?—

Then I’d remind him what it cost to defy me.

Even if it meant tearing everything down and rebuilding it from scratch.

Even if it meant breaking the son I’d spent thirty-eight years creating.

Some lessons had to be learned in blood.

And Amai’s education was just beginning.

I made the first call while still on the road, hands-free through the car’s system.

The line connected after two rings.

“Yeah.” The voice was gravel and cigarettes—Brandon Arceneaux, one of my oldest enforcers. He’d been with me since the early days, back when territory wars were settled with baseball bats and gasoline instead of lawyers and shell corporations.

“I need a clean extraction,” I said. “Target is Priest Harris. He’ll be arriving at my estate in approximately twelve minutes. Intercept before he reaches the gate.”