Chapter 13
Whispers in the Dark
Elijah’s POV
The conversation with Ezekiel had just ended, and Richard’s voice crackled over the speakerphone. Elijah leaned back in the plush leather chair, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. The sound of the ice clinking echoed in the room, an oddly soothing rhythm amidst the tension that clung to the air.
“You really think Ezekiel’s going to go for it?” Richard asked, his voice laced with doubt. He had been working with Ezekiel long enough to understand that the older man wasn’t one to make decisions lightly. He didn’t bend easily.
Elijah’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “He’ll have to. He’s cornered. There’s nowhere else for him to turn. The De La Cruz family has already put too much money into Blackwood Industries. If he doesn’t play along, it
