First Heir: Hunter Dmitri

89

Ezekiel and Alamid had been on the road for hours, the relentless thrum of the engine blending with the ever-growing tension in the air. The night was thick with humidity, and the headlights of their vehicle sliced through the darkness as they navigated the winding roads. The GPS was unreliable here, and they had to rely on a series of intel, contacts, and their instincts to get closer to Jonathan’s hideout.

Ezekiel’s jaw was tight, hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Every mile, every turn, felt like they were getting closer to something dangerous, something that could change everything. The fury in his chest was like a fire, fueled by the constant failures to get close to Jonathan, to put an end to his reign of terror.

He hadn’t forgotten what Jonathan had done to his family—Ezekiel’s daughter, the betrayal, the endless manipulation. He would make sure Jonathan paid for all of it, no matter what.

“We’re getting close,” Alamid muttered, eyes scanning the darke