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I scroll through the media bullshit. Headlines everywhere:
“Billionaire Heir Lorenzo Moretti Arrested.”
“Moretti Empire Under FBI Scrutiny.”
“Rumors of Mafia Ties Surface Again.”
The press is jerking off over this like it’s the trial of the century.
Let them.
They won’t get a conviction because I won’t be here long enough for that.
I open my chess app.
Yeah, chess.
When you’ve already beaten life’s game, you need something to keep your brain busy, even if it means playing against yourself.
Mid-game, my phone vibrates.
Andres.
Andres:I’m in.
Andres:But I need more time to go through everything. You’ll have to stay put another two weeks.
Two weeks?
I roll my neck, cracking the tension out of it.
ME:What the fuck am I supposed to do here for two weeks? I’m bored as fuck.
Andres:Find something.
I grit my teeth. Next time I see him, I might break his jaw just to pass the time.
I scroll through my emails, Ashley’s been handling most of it like usual, but I keep tabs. Business doesn’t stop just because I’m sitting behind bars. Weapons, real estate, logistics, all running smoothly. Lev’s still picking fights and burning money in clubs, but I’ll deal with that later. Kirill checked in too. He wasn’t thrilled about this plan, never is, but he knows what’s at stake. We all do.
This isn’t about survival.
This is about taking the whole fucking game apart from the inside.
I hear the footsteps before I even look up.
Heavy, angry, rushed.
Here comes the fucking detective.
He storms toward my cell, his face as red as a fresh kill, eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched so hard I can hear the fucking grind of his teeth.
Poor bastard must’ve just found out about the show on the cameras.
Pathetic.
“Stop fucking them.” His voice cracks like he’s barely holding his shit together.
I raise a brow, lean back on the concrete bed like I’ve got all the time in the world. I let the smirk spread across my face, slow and deliberate, like I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about. Of course, I fucking do. That shrink was on her knees five hours ago, choking on my cock like her life depended on it.
