The tension from Jack’s encounter with Amara still lingered as he drove through the city streets.
But then, his phone buzzed again, and he answered without looking, expecting Lucas.
Instead, a deep voice, one he hadn’t heard in years, filled the car.
“Jack Knight.”
The man said, his tone both mocking and familiar.
“It’s been a while.”
Jack’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.
“What do you want, Conrad?”
Conrad Blackwood.
The name alone was enough to make Jack’s jaw clench. He was Amara’s brother, a man Jack had crossed paths with during his covert military operations.
Their last meeting hadn’t ended well—for Conrad.
“I heard you’ve been busy.”
Conrad continued, his voice dripping with smugness.
“Running a business empire, playing the family man. Very impressive.”
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