Zara
It’s just before midnight, thirty-six hours since Byte fired the hazardous materials injunction into the city court filing system, and the apartment feels entirely too vast without Locke in it.
I sit propped up against the headboard in our bedroom, the sheets pulled low around my waist, staring at the darkened screen of my phone resting on the glass nightstand.
For two solid days, the clubhouse has been a fortress closed off to the outside world. Two days of endless, closed-door tactical meetings, map cross-referencing, armory prep, and strategic shifts that I haven't been a part of.
That was the line drawn years before I ever stepped back into this world full-time. When the strategy is legal, corporate, or financial – when it’s about money trails, untangling logistics, and admini
