"Drop the gun, Finlay," The Broker said, his voice as serene as a chess master about to call checkmate. His men fanned out behind him, their weapons trained on us. "This doesn't have to end in bloodshed. Yet."
"The only thing ending here is your game," Finlay growled, keeping his aim steady.
"Oh, you still think you're playing to win? Adorable." The Broker's lips curled into a smirk. "You don't even know the rules."
"Cut the theatrics," I snapped, stepping forward despite the sweat slicking my palms. "What do you want? Why drag our families into this?
His smile faded, replaced by something darker. "You really don't know, do you? What your families did to mine? The betrayal? The lies? You're paying for sins committed long before you were even born."
I froze, my mind racing. "What are y
