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The call comes at 2 AM - security found a child at the iron gates. Dante Volkov doesn't do surprises, but the note pinned to the small coat stops him cold: bloodstained, written in familiar handwriting, with two words that crack his carefully constructed empire. *Yours. Protect.* He recognizes the script - the agent who slipped into his bed three years ago, played him, vanished. Intel says she died in a shootout last week, shielding someone small from the crossfire. Now that someone stares up at him with eyes that mirror his own, clutching a stuffed bear, oblivious to the dangerous world they've just entered. His enemies don't know this child exists. Yet. The city's most feared man has a new weakness, and the clock is already ticking.