Chapter 9
The air in the dimly lit room felt thick, almost as if it absorbed every word spoken within its walls. Michael's mother sat across from a man cloaked in shadows, his face barely visible in the low light.
"Are you sure he doesn’t know?" the man asked, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "If Michael gets even a hint about what we did..."
She leaned forward, fingers interlocking tightly. "Michael doesn’t know. At least, not yet. But he’s... not a fool. He senses things. He’s inherited his father’s instincts, and I’ve seen the way he looks at me sometimes—like he’s trying to piece something together."
The man shook his head, tense. "If he ever connects the dots about his father’s death, he won’t stop until he finds the truth. And when he does..."
She cut him off, her gaze steely. "Yes, and that’s exactly why we can’t let him. Michael’s far more dangerous than he realizes. I’ve tried to keep him grounded, distracted. But if he ever fully understands his potential—if he unlocks the... powers within him, we’d have a disaster on our hands."
A brief silence stretched between them.
"You’re saying he’s not just unaware of what we did," the man said slowly, "but he’s also unaware of what he is?"
"Precisely," she replied, her voice a tight whisper. "If Michael knew his own strength... if he understood how unstoppable he could be, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who stood in his way. Including us. He’d be relentless."
"And his enemies?"
"He’d crush them without mercy. He could eliminate all opposition effortlessly," she said, a trace of fear flickering in her eyes. "But keeping him in the dark about his father’s death, about everything—that’s the only way to prevent that. The only way to control him."
A smirk crept onto the man’s face. "Then we must tread carefully. After all, we’re dealing with someone who may one day make us wish we had never crossed paths with his family."
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