Thierry and Zachary—both of them were sly as hell. Not the kind of men you could ever let your guard down around. So when either of them spoke, I believed maybe half of what they said. At best.

But one thing was clear now. They were at war. And if one of them dropped dead tomorrow, the other would probably throw a party.

I knew how brutal family inheritance battles could be among the ultra-rich.

There's no such thing as loyalty when power and money ...