He Stole My Blueprint, I Stole His Empire

y's billion-dollar empire. My capo fiancé, Gianni, used t

decryption keys. Attached was a photo of his new fiancée, the Underb

s presenting my flawless smuggling blueprint to the Commission, listing himself as the mast

ldn't look like a fool in front of the bosses. He treated me like a disposable

Francesca is having a fit a

ute rage washing over me. He really thought I would just ob

ow where my habitual "Yes

lete

d my original files, and took my master blueprint

pte

l

are across the ceiling, dragging me from a shallow sleep. It bore a high-

decryption keys for a billion-dollar smuggling route before the S

hed tones in the underworld-a specter credited with extinguishing t

agnetism that could make seasone

m my former cap

Francesca is having a fit a

cée, wearing the blood diamond my own work had paid

i would face the Commission with empty hands,

t their daughters to ride a bike. After he died, I turned his knowledge into an empire. I built their billion-dollar smuggling routes fr

low hum of the servers was a constant pressure against my eardrums, and the air, t

d dread tight

and felt like a physical weig

ure channel less than an hour ago, a boast

rce, an instrument to

his courtship a year ago returni

bringing coffee in a paper cup and murmuring promises of

s ago, the cold,

a defect, an unsuitable trait for

parading Francesca

a girl whose bloodlines were a

s vibration a harsh rattl

ded a massive, en

y codes for the blueprint he needed for the Commission, the excuse a pat

ofound it felt like a physical illness, fo

ork of our syndicate, a matter of lif

with practiced motions, accesse

the document h

eration Daybreak loaded. The

he project's mastermind and Fra

crubbed, as if it

rk to the Underboss a quarter of an hour ago, a

seemed to burn a hole in my retina, a growing blind spot that spread until I could no l

where my habitual, obedien

, C

two small words

ed over the keys

odes yourself

it

orefinger, and let the pieces fall into my cold coffee. My hand then slipped into the inner pocke

ard. He had no idea that the tool was