AVA'S POV
He didn't flinch. Not when the video played.
Not when the senator folded like paper.
Not when the digital vault unlocked and thousands of skeletons spilled out.
He just took it all, tucked it neatly into his briefcase, and walked out like he had simply retrieved a forgotten umbrella.
I'd seen Ethan Kingsley in love. I'd seen him wounded, broken, vulnerable, and once, lost.
But this?
This was something else.
The man beside me wasn't just playing a game of revenge. He was orchestrating a war. Calculated. Composed. Dangerous in a way that was almost silent.
And I didn't know whether to be terrified or impressed.
He slid into the car beside me, his jaw clenched in that familiar line of finality. No words. Just a subtle glance at my hand resting on my lap before he took it into his.
Warm.
Controlled.
"Everything went according to plan," he said. "Aldridge gave me access. Javier's entire offshore funnel is in our hands now."
