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“Agreed,” Winston said before I could object.

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

The intercom went dead.

I stared at the gate, pushing down the overwhelming urge to drive my truck through it and take back what was ours.

“It’s a trap,” I said.

“Of course it’s a trap,” Winston said. “But we don’t have a choice. We need that money back. Without it, we can’t fund this war. Without it, we’re dead.”

I turned to look at him, my temples throbbing.

“And if we walk into that warehouse and don’t walk out?”

“Then we don’t walk out.” Winston’s voice was flat, matter-of-fact. “But we’re going anyway.”

I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him this was suicide. Wanted to remind him that Victor had already proven he couldn’t be trusted.

But Winston was right.

We didn’t have a choice.

I put the truck in reverse and backed away from the gate, my mind already racing through scenarios, strategies, contingencies.

“Kaisen,” Winston said, turning to look at my brother in the backseat. “You’re not coming to the meet.”

Kaisen’s eyes flashed. “The fuck I’m not.”

“You’re staying out of sight,” Winston continued, ignoring the interruption. “You’ll position soldiers nearby—close enough to respond if things go south, far enough away that Victor won’t see them coming.”

“I should be in there with you,” Kaisen said.

“No.” Winston’s voice was final. “You’re our backup. Our insurance. If Amai and I run into problems, you’re the one who finishes this.”

Kaisen opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again.

I could see the conflict on his face—the desire to prove himself warring with the understanding that Winston was right.

“Maybe I should do something else,” Kaisen said finally, his voice quieter now. “Something more⁠—”

“You got this,” I said, cutting him off. I met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s your time to redeem yourself from all the fuck-ups. You hear me? This is your shot.”

Kaisen held my gaze for a long moment, and I saw something shift in his expression.

Determination.

Purpose.

“I won’t let you down,” he said.

“I know you won’t.”

Because whatever existed between us—the rivalry, the resentment, the rage—it couldn’t matter more than this.

It couldn’t matter more than protecting the family.

And it couldn’t matter more than protecting Truth.