I remembered.
Every last one.
Because they all knew what this was.
Laurent stood off to the side.
Dressed in black like the rest of us… but he ain’t blend in.
He never did.
Different kind of energy.
Too comfortable for a jealous man who just lost his access to everything.
My eyes locked on him.
He felt it.
Turned slow… like he already knew I was watching.
A faint smirk touched his mouth.
Yeah.
He knew what came with Marcel being in that box.
No more protection.
No more free money.
No more moving how he wanted without answering to me.
I held his gaze.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t move.
Just let him feel it.
You’re on borrowed time, I thought.
He looked away first.
Let him plot.
Let him move.
Let him think he got space.
In the end… he gon’ do one of two things.
Bow down…
or die.
Yuna’s hand stayed in mine as we moved down the aisle.
