**Valeblack's POV — Two Days Later**
Kieran delivered the money in a black duffel bag.
Sixty thousand dollars. Cash.
"This makes us even," Kieran said, handing it over. "For everything. The custody battle. The harassment. All of it."
"We were already even."
"No. We weren't. But we are now." Kieran looked at Valeblack's splinted arm, the bruises still covering his face. "Don't die paying off your brother's debts. Brielle needs you alive. So does Mira."
After Kieran left, Marcus arrived to drive Valeblack to the meeting point.
"Viktor chose neutral ground. Old factory on the waterfront. He'll have at least six men. Maybe more." Marcus checked his gun. "If this goes wrong—"
"It won't. He wants money, not a war."
"He wants Caine too."
"Caine's not my problem any
