“I WILL burn everything down if I have to.”
The words came out low and steady, not shouted, not dramatic. That was what made them dangerous.
Jeremiah stood in the shadowed operations room with one hand braced on the metal table, the other curled tight at his side. The screens lining the wall glowed with muted light, paused footage, message threads, financial transfers frozen mid transaction. The room smelled faintly of ozone and old coffee. He had not slept. He had not needed to.
Across from him, Marcus shifted uneasily. “You cannot say things like that unless you mean them.”
Jeremiah lifted his gaze. “I mean them.”
Silence pressed in.
Marcus glanced at the door, then back at him. “If this goes public, Ronan will not protect you.”
Jeremiah gave a short laugh. “Ronan already made his
