Chapter 6 - The Council of Shadows
Damon summoned the remaining heads of the criminal syndicates to his estate. He didn't host them in the boardroom. He hosted them in the courtyard, where the Warden lay waiting, his golden eyes scanning every face, every movement.
They came, uncertain and wary. There were twelve of them, the men who had been secretly plotting to carve up his estate.
Damon didn't offer drinks. He didn't offer a seat. He stood on the stone steps, with Elara standing just behind him, a small, silent silhouette.
"You've been wondering about my daughter," Damon began, the wind carrying his voice with terrifying clarity. "You've been wondering why a child is in this house. You think it's a weakness. You think I’ve been compromised."
He walked down the steps, his gaze locking onto the youngest among them. "I haven't been compromised. I’ve been preparing."
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He signaled to Marco. The security chief opened a laptop and turned it toward the men. It showed their personal bank accounts, their locations, their secret communications—all of it laid bare.
"I’m not holding the leash anymore," Damon said, his tone icy. "I’m taking it off."
