Xavier POV

“My father never runs. When he disappears, it means he’s hunting.”

The news anchors called it an ambush.

I called it theater.

Charles Black didn’t get ambushed. He designed them.

Every crash, every broken window, every strategically leaked photo are all pieces of his favorite game: control through chaos.

I stood in the middle of my office, the city skyline smeared in the reflection of the glass, the TV on mute, showing endless loops of flashing lights and police ...