Kevin's POV
The ride from the prison was quiet, but my thoughts were loud.
My fists clenched as I stared out of the car window, watching the city I once ruled move past me like a ghost.
I was back.
And Greg had everything.
My businesses, my men, my title.
Everything.
I gritted my teeth, shaking with rage. He should have been the one rotting behind bars, not me.
I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone.
First things first—I needed to regroup.
I scrolled through my contacts, ignoring the numbers I had no use for anymore. Most of them were snakes, rats who had probably switched sides the moment I was locked up.
There was only one person I could still count on, and it was my secretary.
I dialed his number and waited.
“Mr. Kevin.” His voice came through almost immediately. “I’ve b
