Page 179 of Knot So Lucky
The mailbox lock is simple. Takes me maybe fifteen seconds to open it without damaging anything.
I pull out the note, unfolding it with careful fingers that don't quite hide the tremor of rage building in my chest.
The message is typed, printed on generic paper that could come from any office printer in the world:
"Nice dinner. Shame if the world knew whose money paid for that wine."
Someone was watching us. Followed us to the restaurant, knew we were at the Crimson Room specifically, and is now threatening to expose my family connections in ways that could damage both my reputation and Aurora's by association.
But more concerning is the method of delivery.
This note isinsideAurora's mailbox. In a secure building with key-access only. Which means either someone has her key, or they bribed building security to gain access to the mail room.
Either option suggests resources and planning that goes well beyond casual stalking.
I fold the note carefully, tucking it into my jacket pocket.
Then I leave the building through the side exit, emerging into the small courtyard area where residents sometimes smoke. The space is empty at this hour, just decorative lighting and a few scattered benches.
I pull out the note again, along with the silver lighter I carry despite having quit smoking years ago.
The paper catches easily, flames consuming the typed threat with satisfying efficiency. I watch it burn completely before crushing the ashes underfoot.
But I'm smiling while I do it.
Because whoever is behind this just made a critical mistake.
They revealed themselves—not completely, but enough to confirm they're actively watching. Close enough to track our movements in real-time. Confident enough to physically access Aurora's building to leave messages.
This is bait.
An invitation to a hidden war where the rules are unspoken but understood by anyone who operates in the shadows.
And they clearly don't know who they're dealing with.
The Bravati family doesn't just have resources. We havenetworks—generations of connections built on mutual benefit and carefully maintained fear. Information flows through channels most people don't know exist. Favors are called in that span continents and decades.
Whoever is watching us, threatening Aurora, trying to destabilize our pack and sabotage our racing?
They just invited me to play on territory where I have home field advantage.
I light another cigarette despite having quit—theatrical gesture more than actual desire—and blow smoke toward the security camera I know is hidden in the decorative sconce above the bench.
They should be watching.
Confirming that I'm not intimidated by vague threats and anonymous notes.
Come and fight, fire with fire. Child’s play by someone who isn’t afraid to use all odds against one who threatens what’s his.
Because this hidden war they've started?
The game of threats and sabotage and psychological warfare?
They're competing for the ultimate prize:Aurora.
And I'll burn their entire organization to ash before I let them have her.
CHAPTER 35
