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“I kept her alive.”

“You kept her trapped.”

Amai frowned, but he didn’t respond.

“You talk about choice like it means something,” I continued, my voice rising. “But you only believe in choice when you’re the one being chosen. When it’s convenient. When it serves you.”

The words landed.

I saw it in the way Amai’s eyes flickered—just for a second—before the mask slid back into place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “You spent weeks telling me to stay away from her. You stabbed me. You buried me in a fucking hole. And now you’re standing here acting like you’re some kind of hero because you’re sleeping in her bed.”

“She’s safe there.”

“She’s yours there.” I stepped even closer, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the barely controlled rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. “That’s what this is really about. Not her safety. Not her choice. You just can’t stand the idea of losing.”

“Get out of my driveway.”

“We’re not done.”

“We are.” Amai’s voice dropped. “Because if you keep pushing this, Kaisen, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.”

“You already did.” I held his gaze, refusing to back down. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

The air between us was thick with tension—years of rivalry, jealousy, and resentment coiled tight and ready to snap.

And beneath it all, the unspoken truth neither of us wanted to acknowledge: We were brothers. And we were destroying each other over her.

I was in love with Truth. I didn’t know what kind of delusional shit Amai had going on, but he would find out how far I would take it to prove that Amai was the wrong choice.

“Once this war is over,” I said quietly, “we’re settling this. One way or another.”

Amai didn’t respond.

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable, and I knew—deep in my bones—that whatever fragile alliance we’d built was already crumbling.

I turned and walked back to my car, my hands shaking, my chest tight with rage and something so evil it scared me. I was sick of Amai thinking he could have his way around this bitch.

Something that felt a lot like hunger wrapped itself around my soul.

Because I’d lost.

Not the war with Victor. Not the fight for the family.

I’d lost her.

And I didn’t know how to get her back.

I sat in my car for five minutes before I could make my hands stop shaking enough to start the engine.

My first instinct was to drive to Winston’s estate. Get backup. Get support. Get something that would help me understand what the fuck just happened and how to fix it.

But the thought died as quickly as it came.