Evelin's POV
"Not yet," Jimmy said, his jaw tight. "Dad got booted from the family power circle by Grandpa years ago, but he's still a Hamilton."
"He was second-in-command once. Had a whole crew of loyal followers. I wiped out the obvious ones, but God knows how many secret allies he's got lurking in the shadows."
I got it immediately. Someone as calculating as Jensen would never put all his cards on the table—he'd have backup plans stashed everywhere.
If he'd actually started that fire himself, he'd already mapped out his escape route.
"But why go that far? What's he even trying to prove?" I asked, confusion creasing my brow.
Jimmy stepped closer, and I felt the heat radiating from his body. "Maybe he wants to prove I'm exactly like him." His voice stayed level, but his eyes blazed. "Before he met my mom, we were cut from the same cloth. Nothing mattered, nothing stuck."
"He just existed, bored as hell, until he found her."
I stayed quiet, letting him talk.
