登入The late performance in the main room was finally over, but my feet did not feel the ache of the dance. My whole body was numb, moving on pure survival instincts. I walked up the back stairs to the third floor, the image of Tobi’s strict midnight deadline burning like fire in my brain. If I did not get those numbers tonight, Asher would not see tomorrow morning. That thought alone kept my knees from buckling as I reached the bedroom door.
I pressed the handle and st
The music started with a low, deep thrum that shook the floorboards under my feet. The stage hands gave me a quick nod from the darkness of the wings, and then the bright white spotlights snapped on, blinding me for a split second as I stepped out into the open air. The heat from the lights hit my face instantly, but inside, my whole body was still shivering.The main floor was a complete sea of moving heads and flashing glasses. Every single table was packed with people, their voices a loud, mixing roar that almost drowned out the opening notes of the song. I began my routine, forcing my arms and legs to move through the familiar twists and turns I had practiced a thousand times before. My body was running on pure habit, sliding across the smooth floor while my mind remained completely trapped in a state of terror.As the smoke machine began to fill the edges of the stage with white mist, I risked a glance upward toward the private VIP balc
The bass from the main floor was vibrating right through the soles of my shoes, a steady, rhythmic thumping that didn't stop. It was a low, constant shake that made the small glass bottles on my makeup table rattle against each other. It was Friday night, the biggest event of the entire month, and the club was completely packed from the front entry doors to the VIP balconies upstairs. I could hear the roar of the crowd even from the deep back dressing rooms, a loud, mixing sound of laughter, shouting, and clinking glasses. Any other night, that sound would have given me a rush of excitement, making my blood pump fast before a show, but tonight it just made me feel entirely cold.I sat alone in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection under the harsh white lights. My skin looked far too pale, almost gray, and my eyes were wide and dark with a terror that I couldn't brush away no matter how much paint I put on my skin. I was already dressed in my performance
The main office downstairs was completely quiet when I walked in, but the energy in the building was buzzing like a live wire. Everyone was talking in hurried whispers about what had happened in the northern slums. The radio chatter had stopped, the trucks were parked back in the courtyard, and the guards were moving with a new kind of tension. I locked the office door behind me, needing a moment to let the satisfaction wash over me before the night shift started.I sat down at my small desk in the corner and pulled my private notebook from the bottom drawer. It was where I kept track of everything that happened under this roof—the real numbers, the shifts, and the secrets that the bosses thought nobody noticed. I picked up my blue pen, my hand steady as I began to write down the final details of Tobi’s fall.Tobi is gone, I wrote, watching the ink dry on the paper. Andreas thinks he cleared the slate. He thinks by killing the ra
The sound of the running water from the bathroom was the only thing breaking the awful quiet in the suite. I stood exactly where Andreas had left me, my limbs stiff and my skin tingling with a cold, sharp dread. Every second felt like a drop of hot oil falling on my skin. I looked toward the bathroom door, seeing his dark silhouette moving against the frosted glass. He was washing away the stains of the street battle, but I knew he couldn't wash away the words Tobi had told him. The noose was tightening around my neck, and I could feel the rope getting smoother and tighter with every passing breath.Slowly, the water stopped running. The sudden lack of sound made my heart give a hard, painful kick against my ribs.Andreas walked out a moment later. He had removed his torn, dirty shirt, and his chest was bare, showing the deep lines of his muscles and a few fresh red scratches from the scuffle. He was holding a small white towel, drying his face with slow,
The morning hours dragged on like a slow poison, every tick of the wall clock cutting right through my nerves. I stayed on the floor by the bed, my knees pressed tightly against my chest, staring at the door handle. My phone remained completely dark, offering no news about Asher or Bella. The silence in the suite was total, but downstairs, the distant sounds of cars arriving and doors slamming told me the men were finally coming back from the northern district.I heard the quiet murmur of voices in the hallway first, followed by the familiar electronic beep of the door lock panel turning green.The handle turned, and the door swung open slowly.Andreas stepped inside. He didn't look like the man who had left this room hours ago. His black shirt was covered in gray dirt and dried stains, and a long scratch was running down the side of his neck. His face was completely calm, his expression so flat and unreadable that it ma
The silence inside the bedroom felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. I stayed on the floor, my back pressed against the wall next to the door, barely breathing. Outside in the hallway, the guards were quiet now, their footsteps silent as they waited for more updates from the city. The static from their handheld radio was the only sound cutting through the emptiness of the house, a low, steady hiss that kept my nerves on edge.Suddenly, the line clicked again. The sound of shuffling dirt and footsteps came through the tiny speaker, followed by the heavy breathing of a man who had been running."Boss, I am outside unit twelve," Leon’s voice came through, muffled but clear enough for me to catch every word. "The back exits are totally blocked. He has nowhere left to run.""Stay outside," Andreas’s voice answered. He sounded completely calm, a cold, flat tone that made my blood run instantly cold. "Nobody comes inside this
Ash's POV I didn’t want to go back to The Pit. Not after the gunshot, not after Andreas’s warning, not after the weight of Dante’s emblem burned a hole through my pocket all night. But morning blurred into evening, and fear didn’t change the fa
The note I’d found in my locker felt like it was burning a hole through my pocket. Stop digging if you want your brother alive. Every time my hand brushed against it, a jolt of panic shot up my spine. Someone knew. Someone was in the room when I wasn’t looking, or they’d been watching me since the m
The Pit of Lust was a different world during the day. It didn’t have the usual noise or the smell of sweat and expensive perfume. Marco was helping me more than he realized—or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. As we walked toward the breakroom for a quick lunch, he’d point things out with a
The elevator ride down felt like it lasted a lifetime. I could still feel the weight of Andreas’s hand on my chin, marking me. My head was a mess. I was supposed to be a spy, a ghost, a son looking for justice. Instead, I was a "private dancer" with a hangover and a target on my back.I made a beel







