Vincent finally met her eyes, holding her gaze a moment longer than usual. Her warm eyes were filled with worry. He smiled again, but it was fleeting. Vincent’s hand lingered in hers as if neither of them were ready to let go.
He nodded, his voice soft but steady. “Okay.”
“We should get back to the hospital and get those wounds treated properly.” Katelyn slowly pulled her hand away, but her expression was still soft with concern. “You should also be given something for the bruising.”
“Alright,” Vincent murmured.
On the way back, Katelyn took the wheel since Vincent was injured. After the earlier chaos, neither of them felt much like eating. The streets were clogged with rush hour traffic, the car creeping forward at a painfully slow pace.
Katelyn gripped the steering wheel with one hand, her tone casual as she chatted with Vincent. She said with a hint of thoughtfulness, “Mr. Adams, what do you make of Langston? Something doesn’t feel right. Like he’s hiding something.”
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But in the end, he gave it up. He had come seeking Hades’ help to end someone’s life, planning to do it quietly, without anyone noticing. But later, he found himself fighting to keep that same person—broken and bruised—from slipping away.
Langston might have ruled Chaepstow, but here in Granville—Vincent’s territory—he still carried himself like a king. His every action was a mystery. Trying to figure him out felt like chasing shadows—slipping through their fingers no matter how hard they tried.
Katelyn couldn’t shake the nagging feeling crawling up her spine. There was something more to Langston, something darker. Maybe he had some sort of dissociative identity disorder.
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“He’s always been like this. Every move he makes is driven by whatever he’s feeling in that moment. He once killed a man just over a stupid bet,” Vincent said, his voice heavy, his eyes clouded with memories. He spoke slowly. “What I’ve learned is that Langston wants to spread his influence here. He’s not just looking for power—he wants control.”
“He follows no rules, no clear motives. And that makes him one of the most dangerous people we could face,” Katelyn interjected, her eyes narrowing. Langston hadn’t fully shown his hand yet, but if Vincent’s gut feeling was right, it was only a matter of time before they’d be on a collision course in the business world. Stopping him before he grew any stronger seemed like the only option—forcing him out of Granville for good.
Vincent caught the nervous look on Katelyn’s face and gave a cold, thin smile. “It’s better to let him fall so far that he can never get up.”
He wanted Langston crushed—broken beyond repair.
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