What the hell did I just agree to?
I stare across at Enzo, who is more my enemy than I ever realized. How could I not know that I had a claim to an empire?
This house, the money Enzo’s acquired, the resources, the men—they could have all been mine as easily as they are his.
I didn’t have to grow up thinking I had no choices, no chances at ever becoming something more. I could have had everything—all the money I could ever spend. I still can.
But only if I beat Enzo—at a game I don’t even understand.
A game where only the strongest win. I don’t even know if I will survive the tests, I’m so weak.
But I want to play. It may be my only chance to truly be free.
Archard, Enzo’s lawyer, reenters as if he has been listening to our entire conversation and knows now is the time to arra
