Ashley’s POV
Victory was supposed to feel satisfying.
Maddox was dead. His empire was gone.
But as I sat in Caden’s office later that night, staring at the maps and files scattered across the table, something inside me refused to settle.
Maddox’s last words echoed in my mind.
"You have no idea what you’ve started."
What did he mean?
Caden walked in, his sleeves rolled up, his face unreadable. He placed a glass of whiskey on the table in front of me and sat across from me.
"You’re thinking too much," he said.
I picked up the glass but didn’t drink. "We killed him. It should be over."
Caden sighed, rubbing his temples. "It is over, Ashley. His organization is in ruins. His men are either dead or running for their lives."
I shook my head. "Then why does it feel like something is mi
