Sixty-Six

CJ

After Harrison and I stepped out of the dining room, we had a meeting with the pack's financial team. They laid out a series of documents arranged to showcase the pack's financial health, including the income statement that showed how much the pack earned and spent.

I yawned, feeling overwhelmed as they forwarded the balance sheet. Accounting has never been my strong suit. I was more concerned about defeating Giovanni.

The bastard had taken a portion of our land and financial investments. If we didn't do anything about it, we would go into debt.

"We need to go to war," I said with a soft, warning tone.

Harrison scratched the back of his head to hide his confusion, looking unconvinced.

"Isn't there another way we can get rid of him? Like sending secret assassins?" he suggested.

"I'll never do that," I snapped, my tone chilly. "I'm no coward. I must make him pay for his wrongs by rising and taking what rightfully belongs to me in the presence of the whole world."

Blood rushed into