BETRAYAL BREWING.

Volume 3, Chapter 96 – Betrayal Brewing

The night stretched endlessly, the city's neon glow flickering against the sleek windows of Vincent's car. The hum of the engine was a distant whisper, drowned beneath the weight pressing against his chest. His fingers curled tightly around his phone, thumb hovering over the screen, hesitant.

The image burned into his mind.

Zane and Nathan.

A private meeting. A conversation too important to ignore.

Vincent had spent years navigating the world of deception, learning how to read between the lines, how to hear the things people didn't say. And this?

This wasn't a business exchange.

This was a move.

A calculated fucking move.

Nathan wasn't just meeting Zane for idle talk.

He was planting something.

Doubt.

And doubt was worse than any bullet, any blade.

Because doubt didn't kill immediately.

It decayed.

It spread.

It ate away at everything, turning certainty into hesitation, trust into suspicion.

And by the time you realized it?

It had already hollowed you out from the inside.

Vincent exhaled, the breath slow, measured, forced into control. But inside, he could feel the cracks forming.

Cain had started his game.

Lancaster was already watching.

Dominic was cleaning the blood before it even spilled.

And Nathan?

Nathan was the dagger, sharp and precise, poised to drive straight into Vincent's back.

He needed to move.

Fast.

Before Zane turned away.

Before everything they built shattered.

Before it was checkmate.

Because once the board was set, once all the pieces were in place—

There would be no mercy.

Not for Vincent.

Not for Zane.

Not for anyone who stood in Cain's way.

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