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Not angry.

Just asking:Why didn’t find me?

I don’t have an answer.

His mugshot stares up at me from the case file. Even now, he makes my skin crawl.

His death doesn’t fix the world.

It doesn’t return what he took.

It doesn’t free the girls still locked in basements and backrooms, their names long erased.

Kadri was just one head of the hydra.

And I’m so fucking tired of burning the same heads over and over again and getting nowhere.

But I don’t stop.

The Bureau is half way to closing the case. Another tick on their board. Another monster silenced. But for me, this wasn’t just a case file.

It was Sienna.My sister. My blood.

Not murdered.Harvested.

Not killed.Dismantled.

She was sold in increments. Reduced to a line item. A disposable commodity.

And while her ghost screamed for help, I chased protocol.

I failed her.

Every fucking day since, I’ve lived with that truth.

Kadri’s gone. His empire is crumbling. But shadows still cling to this world—and I know better than anyone how quickly they grow back.

Which brings me to Maxine Andrade.

And Mason Ironside.

Mason Ironside lost a niece to trafficking.

Almost lost the other niece, too.Maxine.

That name rings in underground circles like a fucking siren. The one that got away.

And Mason—he doesn’t forgive. When it comes to human trafficking, he’s a blunt instrument with a taste for precision. Unapologetic. Unflinching. Efficient.

He kills.

And I respect that.

In this one thing, we’re on the same page—eliminate the disease before it spreads.

Tear the rot out at the root.

No need for handcuffs and press releases. Just graves.

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