The hours following the meeting were a blur of tense phone calls, hurried conversations, and hastily made plans. Castellano's shadow was now fully cast over us, and every move we made from here on out had to be calculated. One wrong step, and the empire my father had built—everything we were fighting for—would be lost.
Ethan, William, and I gathered in William's office after the boardroom showdown. Lucas had left shortly after his dramatic intervention, a knowing smirk on his face that still unsettled me. He was playing his own game, that much was clear. The question was, would his game eventually turn on us? I couldn't shake the feeling that, as much as he'd helped us today, Lucas Bennett was a wildcard.
