I looked at him, “Now run this family.”
I walked past him.
Like a queen leaving a finished war behind her.
CHAPTER 69
Ares
“Bury the Past, Rule the Future”
The Rolls-Royce came to a slow stop. Black on black. Bulletproof. Presidential. Tint so dark the world didn’t exist until the door opened. Tommy stepped out first. Security spread without a word. I adjusted my cuff and stepped out.
Cold air.
Rain.
Heavy energy.
France knew how to bury its kings.
Yuna stepped out behind me.
Black veil. Black dress. Everything about her said money, silence, and don’t ask questions.
I reached back. She placed her hand in mine as Tommy handed me an umbrella.
We walked slowly.
Every eye followed.
Not just because of Marcel.
Because of me.
When we got inside, the cathedral was full.
Packed in a way that felt orchestrated, not chaotic.
Family. Politicians. Old money. New money. Street soldiers dressed like they were uncomfortable.
And enemies.
The silent ones.
The kind that don’t speak but always show up to funerals like this.
I clocked all of them.
Faces.
Positions.
Who avoided eye contact.
Who stared too long.
Marcel always said,"Remember names and faces… the loud ones are easy, it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch.
