Not as a prisoner anymore.
Now, I was the reckoning.
And the mother of the empire he’d never control.
Reagan had a vault hidden behind a fake panel in his office wall. Retinal scan, passcode, fingerprint—the man had enough secrets to start a war. I cracked it in under five minutes.
Stupid man.
He thought love was a chain, not a choice. Thought because I was his wife, I’d never turn on him. But he forgot I was raised by Titanis. I was forged in secrets. Programmed in shadows.
And I never forget how to play dead.
Inside, behind the rows of blood money and documents, sat a sleek black hard drive.
I knew what it was before I touched it.
Footage. Evidence. The kind of dirty gold that could set the world on fire.
Titanis raids that never made headlines.
Weapons trades sold under fake embargoes.
Hit lists signed with Reagan's personal seal.
All of it… under my father’s company name. But I knew better now. Titanis had become the playground of a serpent.
And I was done pretending not to see the fangs.
I didn’t know where else to go. So I called him.
Salvatore Ricci.
Once the man who swore he’d give me the world.