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she sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze lowered to stare at the ten million dollars that she had moved all into one account on one of her banking apps. that was much, much more than she could afford. she wouldn't have much left after this, at least in her own personal accounts. she had the money her dads had left behind and she had the money from the business she could use - though that was a risk she'd rather not take. a good leader didn't pull funds from the pot for his (or her) own personal use.

she knew by the way her men looked at her or muttered beneath their breaths that they all despised her and would barely need any excuse to turn on her. they had respected Kai far more than they could ever respect Acantha, but he had gotten to his place at the head of the table with cruelty, brute strength, and violence beyond anything that Acantha had ever witnessed.

she didn't know how many men he had taken down in his path to leadership, but she had grown up barely knowing her father and she assumed that the reason why was because he had arrogantly and stubbornly decided that power and revenge came before family. he'd slaughtered or maimed any man who looked too long at his daughters. he loved roughly, but disappeared often.

Acantha had to believe at that point that it was better to be alone than to have a family depending on her. she had never been one to seek out partners or even friends, really. having relationships was a risk. they could always find things out about her and she never knew who would be a snitch in the end.

she wanted so badly to be in this world where her father had thrived, but she couldn't even perform what should have been the simple task of making sure her men respected her out of fear. she had to ask the last person in the world that she should have asked: a friend.

but she didn't really know if he even was a friend and she wasn't so sure he would keep his mouth shut - it was too bad she was in too deep now