Snow and humiliation hit at the same time.
The mansion’s back door exploded open, and a young man was thrown into the blizzard, crashing hard across the frozen pavement of Fifth Avenue. Warm music and laughter spilled out behind him for one cruel second.
In the doorway stood his half-brother, smiling.
“Get out. You own nothing.”
The door slammed shut.
Only the storm remained. Wind howled between the luxury buildings. Snow cut across his face as he struggled to rise. Then something slipped from his pocket and struck the ice with a sharp metallic sound.
A ring.
It rolled toward a storm drain.
“No…”
He lunged through the snow and caught it inches before it vanished. His hand closed around the old iron band.
The camera would have pushed close enough to see it then—faint red light beginning to glow in his frozen palm.
And suddenly… the city went quiet.
Then engines roared.
Deep. Synchronized. Violent.
The camera whipped both ways down Fifth Avenue as black Mercedes-Benz G-Class convoys stormed through the blizzard, headlights cutting the snow, blocking the avenue wall to wall.
The mansion doors burst open again. His half-brother stepped outside, pale now.
“What is this?!”
Five lead SUV doors opened at once. Massive men in black suits stepped out and walked past everyone without looking at them. Straight to the man in the snow.
Their scarred leader dropped to one knee in front of him.
“The Iron Ring has called us.”
All color left the half-brother’s face.
The leader lifted his eyes.
“Your exile is over… Young Master.”
The young man rose slowly, the ring glowing brighter in his hand. Snow melted against his fist. He looked at the mansion with a face emptied of mercy.
“That was the plan.”
The leader handed him a sealed folder. He opened it, scanned the pages once, then looked up with cold eyes.
“I’m taking back my family.”
Behind the convoy, the mansion gates opened again—revealing a second armored line rolling in.
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