Axton raised an eyebrow. "Why me? And why do you think I could help you?"
Lucas leaned back, his eyes locked on Axton without a trace of hesitation. "I don't know. Maybe just a gut feeling. Or maybe… because I'm certain you're the head of an underground mafia network, hiding neatly behind your tie and CEO title."
Axton paused, then slowly shook his head. He let out a short, ironic chuckle. "Lucas Abraham... trusting his gut?" he narrowed his eyes. "Throwing around accusations without a shred of proof—just based on a feeling?"
He leaned forward, a challenging smile tugging at his lips. "Who's really sitting in front of me right now? A man who just woke up from a coma… or a shadow of Lucas Abraham who's suddenly decided to gamble with instinct?"
