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“We’ve got him. We have proof Louis Petit funded known criminals dealing in weapons, drugs…” Bracing against the desk, grim relief laces my bones.

Finally.

The first domino in our plan to tear down The Syndicate and our fathers is about to fall. After decades of anger and meticulous preparations.

We no longer need to wait for the perfect moment to strike. The evidence necessary for action is right here.

It’s time to make our move.

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“Do I have to go to this party? It’s not like you’re really taking over as CEO of Petit Enterprises. You’re planning on dismantling the company, right?” Allie asks from her seat on my lap a week later. An episode of the design show she says relaxes her plays in the background.

I playfully swat her ass as the host reveals the couple’s remodeled kitchen. “You’re my date,mon petit ange, so of course, you’re coming.”

Originally, Petit’s death was set in stone. I’d strip his conglomerate to pieces—decimating The Syndicate’s major financier, a hefty blow to their organization—then ensure my bastard father ended up buried six feet deep.

But plans change.

Not every father of the Blackchapel Bastards will get off so easily. Some are destined to die at the hands of their son, but Petit will suffer more behind bars.

He wasn’t meant to live, but the more I studied him, the more I realized how suffocating a jail cell will be for the flamboyant businessman who loves being the center of attention.

With enough condemning evidence to bring Petit to justice, our plan is now in motion. Starting with the hastily organized party celebrating Blackchapel Inc.’s takeover of Petit Enterprises. Lulling my father into a false sense of safety before our meeting the following day.

I haven't told him what it'll entail, but he won't be leaving without handcuffs clamped around his wrists.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

I chuckle at the pout in her tone. “We’ll be in Paris. The epicenter of fashion. We’ll find you a dress. Now, since you’re feeling sassy enough to try defying me, why don’t I remind you why I’m in control?”

My lips find hers on a gasp as my hardened cock nudges between her ass cheeks, and thoughts of my father, The Syndicate, and the babbling TV fade to dust in the wake of my Allie Angel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ALLISON

A cloud of white fills my vision as awareness slowly blinks to life. We arrived in Paris late last night, and despite the private jet housing a comfortable bedroom, I didn’t sleep a wink during the flight.Couldn’t.Not while Mathias and the guys quietly discussed their plan for Louis Petit and his former company.

After years of preparation, the Blackchapel Bastards were finally taking the first step in revenge against their fathers. There’d be no turning back then; they’d have to see it through to the end.

And that has sent my anxiety on a rollercoaster of highs and lows the past two days—from packing for the short trip to imagining how everything could go wrong. Especially since Mathias, Luca, and I were caught in the crosshairs of a drive-by the last time we were in Paris.

I was shot.Twice.

Staring out the French doors leading to a balcony, I study the cream-colored exteriors of the buildings lining the street. Mathias chose a small, boutique hotel for our stay, one at the heart of historical Paris rather than near the Petit Enterprisesskyscraper. It’s a romantic choice I didn’t expect from such a practical man.

A warm palm slides up my bare thigh. Stomach. Neck. “What are you thinking so hard about,ma cherie?” His thumb frees my bottom lip from where I’d been unconsciously biting it.

“This is an important trip. I’m trying to mentally prepare myself.”

He smooths a kiss over my brow as his hand dips to cup my pussy. A wash of heat spreads below my belly at the possessive touch. “Don’t dwell on it too much. You’ll be safe here while we deal with Petit. For all his faults, Conrad trained us well.”

“I’m not worried about myself. I’m worried about you and your brothers. There are seven of you against an international criminal organization. And you're down one man with Aleksei in prison. Those aren’t good odds, Mathias.”

“Every Syndicate member won’t be at the meeting tomorrow,” he jokes, beginning to rock his palm against my clit as two fingers tease my opening.

“But they will hear about what goes down, then you’ll have targets on your backs. More than you already do.”

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