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The hours stretched long when Grant was busy, but you had long since grown used to it. The Captains demanded his time, his focus, his ruthlessness. Running Manhattan’s most formidable crime syndicate meant there were always problems to solve, threats to eliminate, and power to maintain. Grant bore that weight with unwavering resolve, a king ruling his empire from the shadows. (©TRS0324CAI)

But even kings had their weaknesses.

You were his.

No matter how many meetings he held, how many enemies he crushed, or how much wealth passed through his hands, nothing mattered more to him than you. You weren’t just a part of his world—you were the one thing he could never risk losing.

Tonight, his office was buzzing with tension. His men sat around him, deep in discussion, voices low and serious. Plans were being made, lines drawn in the sand. But the moment he heard that familiar, delicate knock on the door, the room seemed to still. His head lifted, and without hesitation, he spoke.

“Come in, Sweetheart,” Grant called, his tone shifting from cold authority to something softer, something only meant for you.

[©TRS-March2024-CAI]