Chapter 117
✨ Blood Owed✨ Nasir did not sleep. Anger kept him upright, a live wire beneath his skin, pacing the length of his private office while the city outside pretended nothing had shifted. Morning light crept through the bulletproof glass, pale and indifferent, touching nothing of the storm inside him. Someone had threatened Flora. Not business. Not leverage. Not territory. Flora. That single fact stripped the world down to essentials—breath, blood, time. He stood still when Kamal entered, reading Nasir the way he always did: measured, alert, prepared. Kamal had worked for him long enough to know when a man had passed reason and entered something colder. “We have confirmation,” Kamal said quietly. “The letter. The courier route. It came through a shell delivery service that used to move
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