Twins Of The Mafia Empire

ack and forth in my office, his face flushed with anger. "How could Lekzy

clinking softly as I watched my son storm across the room. Jayce stood by the

nued, his eyes burning with the promise of revenge

years of pain. "It's not just about the empire, Jaden. It's personal. Le

n thought. "What are you talking about, Mom? What

dealistic, driven by the desire to protect me, to avenge me. I had raised them to be strong, but this world wasn't like the

tent. I met his gaze, and for a moment, I saw that same quiet

I said, and both boys obeyed, though I could see the unease flicker in their eyes. They didn't know what I

ght of the memories pressing down on me. The memories of Lekzy, of

a legacy to leave behind. I was invincible-or so I believed. And then he walked into my life, tall, suave, and with eyes that saw straight through

partnership-I was just another tool, another pawn in his game. He p

build it bigger, stronger. But as we began to work more closely, I noticed the cracks in

letting the memo

, the hum of the busy streets below barely reaching my ears. Lekzy had invited me to a privat

heart pounding in anticipation

my dear. You've built something magnificent. But we both know that it's not enou

on thick between us. "What

'm suggesting that you need to give up contro

at do you mean? What ar

from his mouth like silk. "Let me help you. Let me take over the rei

wanted to own me-body and soul. And in that moment, I realized tha

go. I couldn't let h

he past still heavy on my chest. The boys were

t to hold back the rawness that threatened to overtake me. "He wanted to bre

furrowed. "But you didn'

hing at the question. "I ha

y was always one step ahead. He had ways of getting under my skin, of twisting everything I believed in. An

ced to surrender, to give him what he wanted.

haunt me. I had built my empire from the ground up, but the ghosts

into. They thought they could take down Lekzy, but they didn't kn

red, my voice filled with urgency. "Lekzy won't just go

s expression unreadabl

istant and cold. "We play his game. We turn the tables,

ed. "And if he doe

f, the answer hanging heavy in

The last time I'd heard that knock, it had signaled a betray

is voice tight with c

, the door creaked op

m, a shadow that mad

caught in

with him. Someone who c