A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 960

"Don't even think about it," Fairfax warned, his voice turning cold.

Being Amos's permanent strategist? That was a death sentence. It meant wading into an endless sea of bloodshed and cartel politics. Amos lived on a knife's edge, and Fairfax wasn't about to let Starla anchor herself to that life.

Amos could dream all he wanted, but Fairfax would never allow it.

He hadn't stopped her this time solely because Herbert and Yardley had crossed a massive, unforgivable line. Trying to use her as a bargaining chip with Licht was sickening. Brinley was one thing, but throwing Starla to the wolves? Anyone would have snapped.

Amos held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, don't look at me like that! I didn't force her to help me!"

"I know. It's only because you happen to share the same targets right now."

Yardley and Herbert.

Seeing Starla go after them with such ferocity gave Fairfax a dark sense of satisfaction, but it also broke his heart.

He was glad karma had finally caught up to Herbert and Yardley. But he hated that Starla had to be the one holding the knife. When she returned to Yoran Country, she was supposed to be safe. Her life was supposed to go back to normal.

Instead, her own family had driven her to this.

A flash of lethal intent crossed Fairfax's eyes. "What's the situation with the old man?"

"He's entirely focused on me right now. You have the perfect window to strike."

Because Amos had been aggressively drawing Licht's fire, the general's defenses elsewhere were completely lowered. If Fairfax moved now, Licht wouldn't see it coming.

Fairfax stopped his workout, grabbed a bottle of water, and downed half of it in one go.

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