The warehouse reeked of mold and lies.
Selene stood still, barely blinking, her eyes on the emptied crate. Her breath was calm, but inside her chest, a war was breaking loose. She didn’t just see a missing shipment—she saw a declaration.
This wasn’t theft.
It was a message.
“They wanted you to find it like this,” Darius said, watching her too closely.
“I know,” she muttered. “Which means they think I’m stupid.”
She turned sharply, addressing her men with a voice that left no room for weakness. “Who was on delivery detail tonight?”
Silence.
Then Devin stepped forward, his jaw tight.
“I was, Boss.”
Selene studied him. Tall, loyal, quiet—at least until now. She hated doubting her own, but this wasn’t a game of favorites. Not anymore.
“Walk me through it,” she ordered.
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