登入Ava’ PerspectiveAlexander glared at me.His gaze was so clouded it was almost as if he regretted agreeing, but by then even that look had become familiar enough that I found it more endearing than frightening.So before he could say anything else, I leaned in and kissed the glare right off his face.A day later, the approval came through exactly as I had wanted. I was granted access to the medical division under the family’s name, which meant I could move through another layer of Clarke business without needing someone to hold my hand every step of the way.For once, it felt like a door inside this family had opened because I had pushed it open myself.I was still thinking about how to make use of it when I ran into Julian.She was standing in the corridor in a pale dress, one hand resting on the rail, as though she had been waiting to cross paths with me. The moment she saw me, her mouth curved.“You think you’ve won?” she asked. “A river doesn’t compete to be first. What matters is w
Ava’s PerspectiveI woke to the familiar ceiling above Alexander’s bed.For a second I lay there without moving, the back of my head throbbing dully, the memory of the south coming back in broken flashes—Julian’s back disappearing into the alley, the dim room, that scar on his hand, the little girl in yellow, the woman in beige, and then that sharp blow from behind.I pushed myself up too fast.Linda, who had been sitting nearby, rose at once. “Don’t move so suddenly.”I ignored that. “What happened?”She hesitated only a moment. “Sam knocked you out from behind and brought you back.”I stared at her.“It was the safest way to get you out from there without making a bigger scene,” she added carefully.My hands tightened over the blanket.“Do you want something to eat?” Linda asked. “You’ve been out for a while.”I shook my head.She waited as if she wanted to say something comforting, then seemed to think better of it. In the end she only adjusted the blanket near my knees, gave me one
Ava’s PerspectiveI heard Sam behind me.“Ava—why are you running?”I didn’t slow. “I saw Julian.”“That’s impossible.”I cut through a knot of people and kept going. Sam caught up beside me.“I’m serious,” he said. “She told everyone the day before yesterday that her asthma flared up. She said she’d be at a sanatorium for the next two days. How could she be here?”“I know what I saw.”He tried again, but I had already lost patience for arguing. By the time I reached the street, Julian’s figure was gone.I stopped at a fork in the lane.Sam was still behind me, telling me to slow down, but I had slipped my hand into my pocket. My fingers closed around the coin engraved with the Clarke crest.In the mafia, hesitation killed faster than a wrong decision.So I flicked the coin into the air.Heads, left. Tails, right.It spun, then struck the ground with a metallic click.Heads.The instant it landed, I stepped left.“Ava!”I ignored Sam and moved fast, weaving through the lane until I saw
Ava’s Perspective“I would never do that,” I said.To prove it, I stepped right up to Alexander, lifted both hands, and cupped his face. His expression was as stern as ever, which only made me want to bother him more. So I pinched his cheeks lightly between my fingers and said, “How could you think that of me? I’m going there to help you investigate Julian, and you still suspect me.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed.Then he caught my wrists and pulled my hands away from his face with a firm look. “Let go,” he said. “Only you would dare treat me like this.”I rubbed my wrists dramatically and looked at him with wounded innocence. “But I’m really hurt. I’m doing this for your sake, and you still think badly of me.”His expression did not soften. “What do I think of you?”I blinked.He went on in the same cold tone, “That I’m handling this poorly? Fine. I’ll call Sam back. You can go into the south by yourself.”My soul almost left my body.“No, no, no,” I said immediately, catching his sleeve
Ava’s PerspectiveI went back to my room and spread the mafia map across the table.The Clarke family’s power stretched across the whole region, but not every part of it lived by the same rules. We were in the center now, where the main residences, internal command, and the family’s core power were rooted. The north lay beyond it, pressed close to the strait, rich with shipping routes, ports, warehouses, and trade. Trade kept that side gleaming, disciplined, and hungry in a way the center understood well. I had never wanted that world before.The south was different.The further down the map I looked, the colder I felt. Warm climate. Long sunlight. Good soil. Perfect for poppies. That was what made it valuable, and what made it filthy. It was where drugs were grown, refined, traded, and protected by people who would sell anything that breathed if the price was right. Traffickers, mercenaries, smugglers, brokers, killers—every kind of parasite and predator eventually drifted south if th
Ava’s PerspectiveI must have looked too tense, because Mrs. Miranda’s expression softened first.“There’s no need to be afraid,” she said.I said nothing.She adjusted the fresh cuff at her wrist and continued in the same calm tone, “Linda has mentioned you to me before. Quite a lot, actually. I know you’re a very nice girl.” Her eyes flicked over me with quiet amusement. “The dress she’s wearing tonight was prepared by you too, wasn’t it?”Some of the tightness in my chest eased.Still, I lifted my chin and said, “I should make one thing clear. I was kind to you tonight because I didn’t want this mess to ruin my friend’s coming-of-age ball. That’s all. I wasn’t trying to curry favor with you, and I hope you won’t misunderstand me.”Mrs. Miranda looked at me for a long moment.I held her gaze, stubbornly serious. If she was going to think I had been fawning over her for advantage, then I would rather say it plainly and be done with it. I had no patience for being mistaken in that way.
Alexander's PerspectiveI watched Lucius slowly rise, spine straight despite the weight of age, his expression heavy with that same exhausted tyranny he’d worn since I was a kid. He stared at me like I was a puzzle he hated solving, one piece short and always a threat.Then came the question, cold
Ava’s PerspectiveAlexander's eyes stayed on me—steady, unreadable, and far too focused.His lips parted. For a second, I swore I saw the word sleep form on them——but what came out was, “I’ve seen her.”Just those three words. Calm. Controlled.I could've collapsed right then. Relief washed throug
Ava's PerspectiveWhen I made my way down to the ground floor, the first thing I noticed was Eddy’s teasing grin. It made my stomach tighten with embarrassment, and I couldn't help but explain myself. "I've bandaged it up, so I'll be heading out now," I said, lifting my arm to show him the dressing.
Ava's PerspectiveBut whichever request I made would expose my current identity as an imposter.Alexander wasn’t just any man. He was unpredictable, dangerous, and worst of all—powerful. He’d said he’d help me, but even the Godfather couldn’t control him. So what made me think I could? That I could



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