C125 Dontrell’s POV: Power Play.

The yacht rocked, the Pacific stretching endlessly. Midnight in Fiji, yet the sky gleamed. Lights glinted off the polished deck, reflecting in the waves. Seated at the yacht’s highest point, I took in the empty ocean. The air reeked of salt and wealth—the kind men like me controlled, unseen, and unstoppable.

My phone buzzed in my palm. Fang.

I brought it to my ear without a greeting