Leon stood on the rooftop of the unfinished high-rise, the city lights of Valleria stretching out below him like a living, breathing beast. The wind tugged at his coat, but he didn’t flinch. The skyline was beautiful, but tonight it served only one purpose—to remind him how far he’d fallen... and how far he had yet to rise.
Beside him, Victor lit a cigarette and handed Leon a thin, black leather folder.
“Everything you asked for. The Red Ledger,” Victor said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “All the names. Every deal, every betrayal. Your father’s sins... and your uncle’s.”
Leon didn’t respond immediately. He took the folder and flipped it open. Names, signatures, transactions—evidence that could ruin half the board. There it was, laid out in ink and blood. This was the empire built on treac
