Selena stood by the large window of her penthouse, watching the city lights flicker below.
Something felt off.
Her instincts—honed by years of surviving the underworld—screamed at her. And she never ignored them.
The moment Jax walked in, she knew.
He looked at her, grim. "Boss. We've got a problem."
Selena turned, her crimson eyes narrowing. "What is it?"
Jax tossed a burned envelope onto her desk. "Someone's making a move against us. And they left a message."
Selena unfolded the charred paper.
The message was short but chilling:
"Every queen has a weakness.Yours a florist"
Silence.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Jax exhaled. "They know about him, Boss."
Selena clenched her jaw. Elias had nothing to do with this world. He was innocent. He didn't deserve to be dragged into her war.
But someone had just made him a target.
And that…
Was the worst mistake of their life.
In the shop, Elias hummed to himself as he arranged a fresh batch of lavender and violets in his shop.
The day had been peaceful—just the way he liked it.
A soft chime rang as the shop door opened.
"Welcome!" he said cheerfully, turning around. "How can I—"
His words died in his throat.