Chapter Four: Cracks in the Throne
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The Chairman did not raise his voice.
He did not need to.
In his presence, silence was more powerful than any form of violence.
The room was filled with his most faithful lieutenants, guys who had etched their names into the Syndicate through blood and loyalty. However, none of them dared to meet his gaze for too long.
"Someone," he answered quietly, "is feeding information to an enemy."
Nobody spoke.
"This is not a rival cartel." "Not an outsider."
A pause.
"Someone inside my house."
That hit harder than any danger.
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Kade sensed the shift before he heard about it.
The streets moved differently.
Deals took more time.
Where they had not previously been, eyes lingered.
The air itself felt... tighter.
Juno also saw it.
She paced within their safehouse and whispered, "We need to slow down." "You're growing too quickly. It's attracting notice.
Kade studied a map of routes and areas while leaning against the table.
"The plan always included attention."
"Not like this," she yelled. "This is not like the others."
He refrained from arguing.
since she was correct.
The Chairman had stopped responding.
He was adjusting.
"What about her?" Juno enquired suddenly.
Kade's gaze elevated.
"Amara."
Silence.
That alone was an adequate response.
Juno breathed sharply. "You trust her?"
Kade did not answer immediately.
That reluctance communicated more than words.
"You don't," she finished.
"I trust what she wants," he finally stated.
"And what is that?"
Kade's gaze tightened slightly.
"Power."
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However, power was not the only thing building between them.
And that was the true issue.
Amara arrived late in the night.
There's no warning. There's no message.
It's just presence.
Kade realised something was awry the instant he saw her face.
"You need to disappear," she stated abruptly.
He frowned. "That's not how this works."
"It is now."
Her tone wasn't cutting; it was eager.
"My father is narrowing things down. He has already eliminated three internal suspects. He isn't guessing anymore."
Kade moved closer. "Does he know about you?"
A spark in her eyes.
"No."
However, her tone felt off. ❻
"You hesitated," Kade stated gently.
Amara turned away.
"That's new."
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She didn't respond.
Instead, she moved to the window and looked out at the city lights.
"It won't be clean when this collapses," she said.
Kade trailed behind her.
"It was never going to happen."
At that moment, she turned.
Additionally, for the first time since they initially met—
Her eyes were filled with apprehension.
Not on her own behalf.
For him.
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She said, "You don't understand."
"My dad does more than just eliminate threats."
A pause.
"He removes them."
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Kade looked at her face.
"You remain here."
A rhythm.
"Why?"
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For longer than it should have, the question lingered between them.
Because strategy was no longer the solution.
Amara moved closer.
They were so close that there was scarcely any space between them.
"Because," she said, "you're the only thing in this entire city that feels… unpredictable."
Kade's expression did not change.
However, something behind his eyes did. ❻
"And that scares you?" he enquired.
Her lips curled slightly.
"No."
Take a breath.
"It excites me."
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Just like that—
They crossed another line that they couldn't undo.
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