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This wasn’t just about revenge. It was justice—justice for everything he’d taken, for everything he’d twisted and broken in his endless quest for legacy.
Because tomorrow, I would fight like hell for the new family I’d just found—and the woman I would never let go of again.
When it was over, we all would finally be free.
Chapter thirteen
His Little Monster
Moni
We sat in the cabin that was located next to the target area.
It was small and cozy, made of sturdy logs with a sloping roof. The walls were adorned with antlers and other hunting trophies, giving the space a rustic feel.
The cabin had a distinct woodsy scent, a mixture of pine and cedar mingling with the rising smoke from the fireplace.
On the outside of the cabin, Leo’s men were busy.
I didn’t quite know what they were doing exactly, but my brain analyzed the sounds—wet slicing, the thud of bodies being dragged away maybe, someone retching while another laughed in spoke in Chinese.
All of it made my skin crawl. Whatever they were doing out there, it was more than just a cleanup.
At least I got to talk to my sisters and Lei.
I set the phone down and a strange sense of peace settled over me, warm and fleeting like the first rays of morning sun filtering through dark storm clouds.
Lei was taking care of my sisters. He’d let the Rowe Street Mob into the Palace without hesitation even giving Banks a room right next to theirs.
I smiled to myself.
Lei was being everything I needed him to be right now—a protector, a lover, a partner. And in that moment, I loved him even more than I thought was possible.
But then, the happiness curled tightly in my chest, cramped by sadness.
God. . .he sounded so worried.
I missed them all already—Lei’s loving arms, TT’s giggles, Chloe’s bold diva antics, Jo’s quiet strength.
I needed that. . .
Because, even from so many miles away, they grounded me, reminded me of who I was. Without them, it felt like I was floating just above reality, untethered and out of place.
And Lei. . .God, I missed him most of all.
The way his presence filled a room, steady and strong, like a fortress built just for me. The way he looked at me as if I were his only reason for breathing.
Sighing, I sipped the tea Song had placed in front of me earlier.
The warm liquid bloomed across my tongue and slid down my throat. It was a delicate flavor.
What is this? Jasmine, maybe.
Leo sat across from me, watching with a patience that felt more like a predator biding its time. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded, unwavering, the corner of his mouth tilted just enough to be smug but not quite a smile.
He was waiting.
What will his ass want me to do now?
