Alex let out a frustrated breath as he watched Emma disappear.
Damn it.
This was not how tonight was supposed to go.
He turned back to Gabriel, his expression darkening. "You have the worst timing."
Gabriel smirked slightly, unbothered. "Depends on how you look at it."
Alex clenched his jaw. "What do you want?"
Gabriel's smirk faded. "It's about your father."
A muscle ticked in Alex's jaw. "I don't give a damn about my father."
"Well, you should," Gabriel said evenly. "Because he just made a move. And if you don't step in soon, it's going to affect you."
Alex exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face.
Of course.
He had spent years trying to distance himself from his father's influence, from the tangled mess of power and corruption that came with the Kingston name.
But no matter how far he ran, it always seemed to find him.
He shot Gabriel a sharp look. "I'll deal with it. But next time? Don't show up in the middle of something important."
Gabriel raised a brow. "That looked personal."
Alex's expression remained unreadable. "It wasn't."
Gabriel didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. "Your call, Kingston. Just don't wait too long to make a move."
And with that, he was gone.
Alex exhaled slowly, his mind already racing with a dozen different possibilities, different plays he could make.
But as much as he wanted to focus on the situation with his father, his thoughts kept drifting back to Emma.
To the way she had looked at him before she left.
To the way she had walked away—again.
And for the first time in a long time, Alex realized something.
This wasn't just about winning anymore.
Because somewhere along the way, Emma Carter had become more than just a challenge.
She had become something he didn't want to lose.
And that?
That scared the hell out of him.
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To be continued…