"Hope you enjoyed your night. It’ll be your last."
The words on Lucas’s phone screen burned into Isla’s mind, the weight of them settling deep in her chest.
Whoever this was—**The Kingmaker, Vincent, someone even more dangerous—**they weren’t playing games anymore.
They were making it clear.
They were coming for them.
Lucas tensed beside her, his grip on the phone tightening, his jaw clenched in barely restrained fury.
His green eyes darkened as he turned to her. "We need to move. Now."
Within minutes, Lucas was on the phone with his security team, his voice low, commanding, lethal.
"Secure the perimeter. No one gets in or out. I want a full sweep of the property. Now."
Isla stood by the window, her fingers gripping the edge of the curtain as she scanned the darkness outside.
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