Inside his office.

Bernard slouched in his plush leather chair, puffing cigar smoke toward the ceiling like he owned the entire damn city-which, if you asked him, he practically did.

"Hey, Mr. Bernard," Viper began, voice laut. "Any chance that scrawny Kid confessed yet?"

Bernard snorted, a cruel grin twisting his jowls.

"Confess, not confess-doesn't make a damn bit of difference. That clueless little runt'll talk soon enough. They all break under pressure in the end."

Viper rubbed a hand over his mouth, "You sure? If I were you, I'd handle him quick. Things can get... unpredictable."

Bernard slammed his meaty fist on the desk, the thud echoing off the walls.

"You telling me how to run my station? My station. My rules. I call the shots here, and don't you dare forget it."

Viper raised both palms in surrender.

"Easy, Mr. Bernard, easy. I know you're the king around these parts. I just fear the Kid has someone big in his corner. Powerful folks poking their noses in your business can turn everything upside down."

Bernard let out a barking laugh that did nothing to soften his glare.

"They can line up and kiss my boots, for all I care. I've seen plenty of folks claiming they'd take me down- haven't seen a single hero yet. You ever see a hero, Viper?"

Before the Viper could respond, a squad leader burst through the door, nearly cracking the wood with his knuckles.

"What's so urgent you gotta break my damn door?" Bernard growled, cigar clenched between yellowed teeth.

"Sir, the Lancaster family wants Sophia Lancaster's bail set at two million," the officer reported, swallowing hard.

Bernard made a noise somewhere between a bull snort and a laugh.

"Two million? Is that a joke? Raymond's offering ten, and I'm not in the habit of trading gold bars for pocket change. Tell 'em to shove it unless they come back with something better."

returned, face pale. He hovered at the threshold

darkened. "The hell

Jasmine Kingston. She says

mid-puff. His sneer vanished, replaced by a flicker

long moment, he

to Viper, beads of

incompetent buffoon. You left out the part about Jasmine Kingston being involved? She's a certified

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pin this on me! I had no clue she'd waltz into this.

but he managed

deal with it. If she's sniffing around, I'll deny we ever booked the Kid. See if

his lie-tell Jasmine they

the guy left, Bernard's phone started

glanced at the caller ID. "Alfred

unease.

the entire Kingston clan's coming for

jammed the phone to his ear. "Mr. Alfred! Long time, no talk. You still out

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Bernard," Alfred hissed. "I'm only calling for one reason. Did you arrest a young man

out strangled. "Alex? No, why would

swear, I'll cut you

digging into his palm. But he forced

nab a random kid, I'll sort

you: if a single hair on his head is harmed, I'll see to it you and your entire miserable bloodline end up rotting in some

came the dial

his phone, heart slamming against his rib

my neck, all for that stupid Kid.

his temples. "There was no hint-

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