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My hand froze inches from the cold steel of the Sig Sauer P226. Beneath the amber glow of the bedside lamp, the source of the warmth against my side wasn't an assassin, an operative from a rival syndicate, or a traitorous lieutenant. / Chapter 11 / 20

Chapter 11 - The Phantom’s Echo

The rain lashed against the bulletproof windows of the Mercedes as we cut through downtown traffic toward the North Side penthouse. Inside the climate-controlled cabin, the hum of the engine was the only sound for miles.

Emma sat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of Chicago. Her fingers traced the rim of her engagement ring—a simple band of platinum holding a deep green emerald that matched her eyes.

"You're quiet," I noted, keeping my voice low so Luke couldn't hear from the front seat.

"I was just thinking about the diner," Emma said, turning to look at me with a faint, ironic smile. "Thinking about how ironic it is that I used to scrub greasy floors for minimum wage just to afford bus fare, and now I’m riding in a custom armored car with a man who owns half the skyscrapers on this skyline."

"You didn't get here by accident," I replied, resting my hand over hers. "You survived because you have more grit than anyone in the syndicate."

"Survival isn't the same as living, Danny." Her voice dropped an octave, carrying a sudden, piercing gravity. "And neither is haunting a fortress. You haven't left this estate for anything other than syndicate business in over thirty months. When was the last time you felt the sun on your face without a dozen armed guards scanning the rooftops?"

Before I could formulate a sharp retort, the car jerked violently.

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