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“Yeah?”

“Your boy’s bleeding out on Mimosa Ct,” I said, my tone flat and businesslike. “Brick house, two-story, middle of the block. Get medical to him before he dies.”

“Who is this⁠—”

I ended the call and pocketed the phone.

Truth was watching me, her face unreadable.

“They’ll be here in five minutes,” I said. “He’ll live.”

“You shot him,” she said quietly. “You shot your own brother.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t look away. “And I’d do it again.”

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

I knew what this meant.

I knew this deepened the war between me and Kaisen in ways that couldn’t be undone.

I knew Winston would find out and lose his shit.

I knew Rahsaan would hear about it and use it as proof that the Landry family was fracturing from the inside.

I knew all of it.

And I didn’t care.

Because Truth was a non-negotiable in my life.

And anyone who threatened that—anyone who tried to take her, manipulate her, or hurt her—would pay.

Even if it was my own blood.

“You need to go inside,” I said, my voice softer now. “Before his people get here.”

Truth looked down at Kaisen, then back at me.

“This isn’t over,” she said quietly.

“I know.”

She stood slowly, her hands still stained with blood, and walked past me into the house.

The door closed behind her.

I stood on the porch, looking down at Kaisen’s unconscious body, and felt nothing.

No regret.

No guilt.

Just certainty.

In the distance, I heard sirens.

I turned and walked back to my car, my hands steady, my mind clear.