It rained the night Montgomery Group officially collapsed.
Liam had left no stone unturned in his bid to retaliate and avenge the wrong donrme to Tyrese.
The city looked cleaner in the storm, but Liam knew better. Rain didn’t wash away corruption. It only blurred the bloodstains.
He stood by the window of his high-rise suite, shirtless, muscles tense, watching lightning flash over the skyline. Behind him, the news ticker crawled:
Montgomery Group Files for Bankruptcy; Heir-Apparent Liam Hawthorne Declines Comment
Of course, what was there to comment about? He didn't feel like gloating..
He didn’t feel victorious. No celebration. No champagne. Just the hollow quiet of a man who burned an empire to save his soul.
Tyrese was stable, but not yet awake. He had been in coma since after
