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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane pushed open the heavy wooden door, her heart set on finally having a private talk with her brother.
She had been waiting for the right moment, but he was always too busy or distracted. Tonight, she wouldn’t let him avoid her.
But the moment she stepped inside, she realized she had made a mistake.
The room was dimly lit, the rich scent of expensive whiskey lingering in the air. Seated around a polished mahogany table were five men, their conversation low and serious.
Her brother, Vincein, sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as he listened to Aiden, Richard, Damon, and Davian. Papers and glasses of liquor were scattered across the surface, the atmosphere thick with business.
Sloane froze.
She had expected to find Vincein alone. Inste
