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The kind of love that made men do unforgivable things. The kind of love that burned through logic and strategy and self-preservation. The kind of love that would launch ten thousand ships and start a war.

I’d never loved anyone like that. Not even Odette, though I cared for her in my own way. I’d always kept emotion separate from action, desire separate from decision-making.

But Amai hadn’t learned that lesson. Or maybe he’d learned it too well and then unlearned it the moment Truth Renois entered his life.

Either way, he was out of control.

And out of control meant dangerous. Not just to himself, but to the entire family structure.

“Get him to the car,” I told the men. “Clean him up. Get him medical attention. Keep him somewhere secure until I decide what to do next.”

They nodded and helped Kaisen to his feet. Kaisen swayed, barely able to stand, but he locked eyes with me before they led him away.

“You created this,” he said, his voice low and bitter. “You made him into this. And now you can’t control him.”

I didn’t respond. There was nothing to say.

Because Kaisen was right.

But I’d never taught him what to do when the thing he wanted most wasn’t power.

When it was a woman.

When it was love.

I watched the men disappear down the trail with Kaisen between them, and then I turned back to the concrete hole.

The steel lid lay open, revealing the tomb beneath. I walked to the edge and looked down into the darkness.

This was what my son had built. A prison designed to break his own brother. A monument to obsession and rage.

And somewhere in that cabin, less than a quarter mile away, Truth Renois slept peacefully, unaware that the man protecting her was capable of this.

I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen.

Priest was locked away in Terrell’s facility. Kaisen was extracted and secured. Truth was isolated at the lakehouse with Amai.

All the pieces were in position.

But for the first time in decades, I wasn’t entirely sure what move to make next.

Because Amai wasn’t playing by the rules anymore. He wasn’t operating within the family structure or respecting the hierarchy.

He was operating on instinct. On emotion. On love.

And love made men unpredictable.

I typed out a message:Keep Kaisen sedated and under guard. No contact with anyone until I say otherwise.

The response came immediately:Copy.

I pocketed the phone and took one last look at the concrete tomb.

He’d learned ruthlessness from me.

But the love that drove him to use it? That was all his own.

And it was going to destroy everything if I didn’t stop it.