Page 193 of Divine Obsession

When we reached the car, Zane settled Kali in the passenger seat, buckling her in carefully.

Trevor leaned into the window. “Get her checked out.”

A sharp nod was all the answer Zane gave before pulling the car into motion, disappearing into the night.

Trevor turned to me, his eyes hard. “Let’s finish this.”

Walking back into the casino, the air inside was heavy with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder –violence.

Trevor scanned the area, his movements purposeful as he searched for a lighter or matches. “Behind the bar. Grab any bottles of liquor you can find.”

I moved behind the bar, crouching to sift through the several shelves and cabinets. But a noise made me freeze. Peeking around the edge of the counter, I saw Tao, bloodied and limping, use the bar counter to pull himself up, and raise a gun to Trevor’s head.

Trevor didn’t see him.

Without thinking, I grabbed one of the bottles and swung ithard. The glass shattered against the back of Tao’s head, and he stumbled forward with a groan.

Trevor reacted instantly, spinning around and firing a single, clean shot to the rat’s arm. Then, he was over him, holding him down.

I locked eyes with Trevor across the room, my chest heaving as the adrenaline coursed through me.

For a moment, we just stared at each other.

His expression was unreadable, but there was an unmistakable flicker of pride, before he turned back to the rat.

“Why did you do this?!”

“Money.”

Trevor lifted him, only to hit his head on the ground again. “Why.”

Tao’s mouth opened with a bloody smile before he spoke low enough so only Trevor could hear him. Ice shot down my spine when I saw Trevor’s entire face drop and his jaw clench.

All I heard was a choked gasp before blood shot out of Tao’s neck and Trevor moved back. The rat’s body twitched for air before stilling, his hand dropping but the shard of glass that he’d used to kill himself with, still edged deep into his throat.

Trevor stood, pointed his gun at the dead man, and shot him twice; once in each eye. Looking back at me, he nodded once, a silent acknowledgment.

Together, we drenched the room in alcohol, the pungent smell filling the air. Trevor lit a match, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the lighter into the puddles of liquor. Flames roared to life, consuming everything in their path.

The terrifying flames behind us consumed the opulent casino, erasing every trace of the New York Yakuza clan. The weight of their demise settled over the city, signaling an end to the relentless cyber threats that had loomed over both our families.

As we stepped out into the night, the heat from the blaze at our backs, I caught Trevor’s gaze again. The knowing look we shared didn’t need words.

It was finally over.

Chapter 50

Present

The next morning, I sat at the polished glass table in theSu Dynastybuilding’s conference room, the faint scent of leather lingering in the air. Sunlight poured in through the grand windows, casting long shadows across the room.

My father sat at the head of the table. Across from him, at the other head, Salvatore Moretti.

And then there was Natalia.

She sat next to me, her posture stiff, her eyes downcast but sharp. The usual warmth in her caramel gaze was absent as she refused to even glance in her father’s direction.

“Tokyo has assured us the rogue elements were an isolated faction acting without orders,” My father spoke sternly.

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