He told himself she was exaggerating. Then he told himself she was wrong. Then, finally, he reached for his phone. The calls didn’t fix it. The numbers didn’t move the way they should have. He tried to reverse the agreement. He couldn’t. He tried to slow the bleeding. It was already everywhere.
And Alexis never went back. She stayed with her grandmother. Built a quiet life. Raised Tyler somewhere safe. Somewhere stable. Somewhere no one could take from her. She hadn’t taken Vincent’s empire. She’d let him keep it. And that, in the end, was the cruelest part.