Chapter 682

Andrew's phone buzzed violently against the mahogany desk.

This wasn't another anonymous caller.

The screen displayed a saved contact - one he hadn't expected to hear from today.

He swiped answer with deliberate slowness. "Speak."

"Sebastian sent me." The voice crackled through the receiver. "Your sister's been taken by the Falcon."

Ice flooded Andrew's veins.

Isabella's existence was his most closely guarded secret.

Not even his most trusted lieutenants knew about her.

For over a decade, he'd buried Andrew Morgan's identity, letting the world believe him dead.

Yet Sebastian Powell knew.

Which meant...

Had the bastard been playing Isabella this entire time?

"Effective immediately," Andrew's voice dropped to subzero, "all contracts with the Powell syndicate are nullified."

"But sir," the intermediary protested, "we've only completed one transaction with them."

Andrew's jaw clenched.

That single deal had been Sebastian's reward for protecting Isabella.

Now it was clear - every interaction had been calculated.

Sebastian must have uncovered their connection months ago and manipulated Isabella to gain leverage.

No one played Andrew Morgan and walked away unscathed.

"Where is he?" Andrew's fist shattered the desk's edge. "Bring me Sebastian Powell now!"

Sebastian arrived within twenty-seven minutes.

Their first official meeting should have been ceremonial - two crime lords negotiating territory.

Instead, Andrew greeted him with a steel-toed boot to the ribs.

Sebastian skidded across the concrete, blood painting his lips ruby.

Through the pain, he noted the familial resemblance - Isabella's delicate features hardened into masculine cruelty.

"You used my sister." Andrew's voice could freeze hell. "Did you think I wouldn't discover your little game?"

The Powell family operated in shadows deeper than most.

As the middle son, Sebastian fought daily battles against his brothers under their father Reginald's watchful eye.

Andrew's patronage had tipped the scales in Sebastian's favor.

Now those scales would be his undoing.

"Every time I checked on Isabella," Andrew circled like a shark, "you just happened to be there. That's no coincidence."

Sebastian wiped his mouth. "My feelings for her are real."

Another kick sent him sprawling.

"Liar!" Andrew's shout echoed off warehouse walls. "You're just like your father - trading flesh for power."

Sebastian forced himself upright. "Believe what you want. Right now, the Falcon has Isabella. You know what he does to women."

Andrew's laugh held no mirth. "How convenient you know my enemies."

As if summoned, Andrew's phone rang.

Unknown caller.

Sebastian's eyes burned with urgency. "Answer it!"

Andrew never took unscreened calls.

One wrong connection could bring the entire FBI down on his operation.

But Isabella...

He pressed the phone to his ear.

"Well hello, Ghost." The voice dripped venom. "Miss me?"

Andrew's grip turned the phone to creaking plastic. "Foster."

"Got a present for you." Daniel Foster's chuckle slithered through the speaker. "Little birdie told me about your sister. I've got buyers lined up already."

Andrew's vision tunneled red. "Touch her and I'll salt every acre your family ever owned."

"Promises, promises." Foster's grin was audible. "Here's the deal - you come alone. One life for another."

The Falcon's hatred ran deeper than rival gangs.

Andrew had annihilated Foster's operations, starving his empire to dust.

This wasn't just business.

This was personal.