(Luca’s POV)
Wyatt vanished within hours of the board’s vote.
No press conference. No last words. Not even a lawyer.
Just a disappearing act, perfectly timed.
Luca knew it wasn’t over. Not with a man like his father. People like Wyatt didn’t just disappear.
They recalculated.
He stood at the window of their apartment, watching the city burn with whispers. Emery slept in the bedroom, curled protectively on her side, her hand resting on the swell of their daughter.
He hadn’t told her yet.
Not about the letter.
Not about the threat.
Because if she knew, she’d never sleep again.
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The letter had come with no return address.
Typed. Cold. Clinical.
You made your move. Now it’s our turn. You think this ends with Wyatt? You were never fighting one man. You were fighting a system. And
