Skylar Blackwood sat in the dim glow of her suite, a glass of wine untouched beside her. The security feed from Classic's school camp played on the large screen in front of her, showing students boarding the buses.
Her son stood out effortlessly.
Even among a crowd, he moved like he was in control.
Skylar wasn't sure whether to feel proud or concerned.
Classic was growing into his father's world.
And that terrified her.
Chris had built an empire by being ruthless, by crushing anyone who stood in his way. He didn't allow weakness—not in his enemies, not in his allies, and certainly not in his own blood.
Skylar had always feared the day Classic would have to prove himself.
But watching him now, confidently securing the Authority Tag without hesitation, she realized—that day had already come.
She exhaled, leaning back against the couch.
She had fought so hard to make sure Classic had a choice, that he didn't have to become another version of Chris Blackwood.
But maybe…
Maybe it was already too late.