Zayne POV

The first thing I did after Xavier’s surgery was stand outside the headquarters of Black Financial Empire, the glass monolith that had been my father’s cathedral for decades.

It still gleamed against the skyline, proud and silent, as if unaware of the poison that had rotted its foundation.

The name BLACK shimmered in silver above the entrance, a monument to greed.

The guards recognized me instantly, but the look in their eyes wasn’t respect anymore, it was fear.

“Mr. ...