Richard Voss returned like a storm rolling in off the lake — commanding, sharp-eyed, and completely unaware of the war already raging under his own roof. He walked through the front door that evening with his suitcase in hand, clapping Victor on the back like old times and pulling Lila into a quick, stiff hug that made her stomach twist with guilt.
“Missed you, kiddo,” he said gruffly. “Tokyo was a f*****g circus. Glad Victor kept an eye on things.”
Lila forced a smile, feeling Victor’s c*m from earlier still faintly sticky between her thighs even after a shower. “Glad you’re home, Dad.”
Dinner was set in the formal dining room — crystal glasses, expensive wine, Elena moving silently around the table like a shadow who saw everything. Sophia sat directly across from Victor in another bar
