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MICHELL POV.I snapped a picture of the wristwatch first, making sure the gold crest emblem was sharp and clear in the frame. Then, carefully, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket. No way in hell was I going to leave my fingerprints on this. If Victor was involved, I wasn’t about to make it easier for him to twist this into something else. Using the cloth, I lifted the watch, turning it over in my hands. It was old, worn in places, but still held an air of prestige—something only a man with status, or one desperate to prove he had it, would wear.My jaw tightened. Victor had no need to claw his way up the ranks. He was already born into power. So why the hell did he have this? I exhaled through my nose, then wrapped the wristwatch in the handkerchief before slipping it into my pocket. If Victor had anything to do with Emilio’s death—if he had a hand in taking away the only person who ever truly gave a damn about me—then he was already living on borrowed time.I turned towar
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MICHELL POVThe text came in just after mid-afternoon.PI: Got something. Check your email.I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face before reaching for my laptop. The screen glowed in the dim light of my office as I pulled up the file.A picture loaded first.A golden watch, sleek and polished, but it wasn’t the watch that mattered. It was the crest engraved on the band—intricate, ornate. A symbol I didn’t recognize.I scrolled down.The PI had attached a short message.“It’s not just any crest. It belongs to an elite group—some underground cult, invitation-only. Been around for decades. No official records, no digital footprint. But I found a list.”I clicked the next file.A series of names—except they weren’t real names. Just aliases.AegisVanguardFerrumDaemonSpecterAnd dozens more.I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. A secret society? A cult? This wasn’t just a back-alley hit—this was planned by someone with wealth, influence, and a network to cover their tracks.I gra
