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KANE My vision is red. My vision is never red. Ever since Jude called and told me he witnessed suspicious activity in the parking lot, my mood has taken a sharp dive. After the game, I was already driving up the Hill for a meeting with Grant’s closest directors in the company. I’ve mastered pretending to do my bidding in the business I’ll inherit, but in reality, this is a way to build my connections and strip my father of his stronghold. After Jude’s call, I made a U-turn and barely offered excuses for my absence from the meeting I spent weeks arranging. It doesn’t matter that earlier tonight, I had this illogical need to strangle Dahlia because she was flirting with her fucking ex at my game. While wearing my jersey. With my name on her back. That perplexing fire still burns my lungs, but it’s drowned out by the rage that clouds my vision with a crimson haze. I’m about to break every bone in the bodies of the motherfuckers who had the audacity to touch what’s mine. And I don’t resort