Chapter 52 - the silver watch
sophia stared at the tarnished silver pocket watch resting in the palm of her hand, the cold metal biting softly into her skin. the memories of her childhood—the dark study, her father’s stoic authority, and the massive, lethal dog that had bowed to her tiny hand—flashed vividly before her eyes.
that watch belonged to the second-in-command of the black mambas, a man who had supposedly vanished into the atlantic during her father’s brutal purge two decades ago.
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marcus junior, now the battle-hardened head of security, stepped closer, his face lined with tension. "we ran the serial numbers, miss sophia. it is authentic. and our satellite intelligence indicates unauthorized signal pings originating from the abandoned coastal shipyard where your father once laid down the law."
sophia did not flinch; instead, a dangerous, familiar spark ignited deep within her brown eyes. the peace she had cultivated was being challenged by someone who clearly did not understand the true weight of the cross bloodline. she closed her hand tightly around the watch. the hunt was about to begin once again.
