The music throbbed like a heartbeat.
Ochieng sat at the VIP booth, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a whiskey glass. Across from him, Celeste swayed to the rhythm of the music, her red silk dress clinging to every perfect curve.
She was temptation wrapped in elegance. A woman who understood power as well as he did.
And yet…
Ochieng's instincts whispered to him.
She was dangerous.
Not because she wielded a gun or commanded armies.
But because she could do something far worse—
Make him want her.
And desire was the first step toward weakness.
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Celeste leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear.
"Let's play a game," she whispered. "Winner takes all."
Ochieng smirked. "You think you have something I want?"
She traced a finger down his jawline, a wicked smile on her lips.
"I know I do."
The air between them crackled like a storm waiting to break.
Power. Beauty. Temptation.
A dangerous mix.
One that could lead to ruin—
Or something even more intoxicating.
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Meanwhile, in the Shadows…
A man watched from the upper balcony.
His fingers clenched around a glass of bourbon.
His name?
Lucian Moreau.
The last surviving son of the Moreau family—the one family Ochieng hadn't wiped out yet.
And he wanted revenge.
He turned to his right-hand man.
"Tonight, we strike."
The game had begun.
And Ochieng?
He had no idea what was coming.
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