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Kaisen’s eyes met mine, and for a second—just a second—I saw the brother I used to know. The one who used to follow me around when we were kids. The one who cried when our mother got sick. The one who laughed at my jokes and covered for me when I got in trouble.

Then, the moment passed.

And all I saw was the man who’d stolen my family.

“Go,” I said to Priest without looking back.

I heard footsteps. The sound of Truth’s breathing. Trumai’s soft cry fading as they moved down the corridor.

And then it was just me and Kaisen.

Alone on the casino floor.

“You really think you’re the hero in this story?” Kaisen’s voice was shaking. “You really think you’re the good guy?”

“No.” I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension coil through my muscles. “I think I’m the man who’s about to kill his brother.”

“For what?” Kaisen spread his arms wide. “For loving the same woman you love? For wanting a family? For trying to protect them from the life you were dragging them into?”

“For taking what wasn’t yours.”

“She was never yours!” Kaisen’s voice echoed off the walls. “You don’t own her, Amai! You don’t get to decide who she loves or who she’s with or what kind of life she deserves!”

“You’re right.” I started toward him. “I don’t get to decide that. She does. And she decided. She chose me. Not because I forced her. Not because I manipulated her. But because I gave her the one thing you never could.”

“What’s that?”

“A choice.”

Kaisen lunged.

The first punch caught me in the jaw—hard enough to snap my head back, hard enough to make my vision blur. I tasted blood.

Good.

I wanted this to hurt.

I drove my fist into his ribs, felt something crack beneath my knuckles. Kaisen grunted, stumbled back, caught himself on the edge of a blackjack table.

“You always got everything,” he gasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Everything I wanted—everything I worked for—you just took it. Like it was owed to you.”

“I earned it.” I came at him again, faster this time. “I bled for it. I killed for it. I built an empire while you sat in Winston’s shadow and complained about how unfair life was.”

“Because it was unfair!” Kaisen shoved the table between us, sending cards and chips scattering across the floor. “You were always his favorite. Always the one he trusted. Always the one who got the real power while I got the scraps!”

“You got exactly what you earned.” I kicked the table aside, the metal legs screeching against the floor. “Which was nothing.”

He came at me low, tackling me into a row of slot machines. The impact drove the air from my lungs. We hit the floor hard, rolling, fists flying. I felt his knuckles connect with my temple, felt the sharp sting of pain.

I drove my elbow into his face.

Blood sprayed.

Kaisen rolled off me, gasping, clutching his nose. I got to my feet, breathing hard, and grabbed him by the collar. Dragged him up. Slammed him against the reinforced window.

The glass didn’t break.

But I felt his body shudder with the impact.