“The Duncans.”
That name was a match to gasoline.
Every face turned sharp. Every jaw clenched.
The Duncans…the city’s golden devils. The kind of people who bulldozed entire neighborhoods just to add another zero to their profits. Slumlords. Tycoons. Demolition kings. If you didn’t benefit them, you didn’t exist. And if you got in their way… they erased you.
“They kicked my cousin out of his apartment last month,” Rafe growled. “No notice. Just sent a wrecking ball the next day.”
“They fired my sister from the hotel after twelve years,” muttered another. “Just because they can!”
Kyle let the rage simmer. Then he looked over his shoulder at Jessie, who hadn’t said a word. Her face was pale, but her eyes—those eyes burned.
He took her hand.
“Tonight,” he said, his voice cold, “we make
