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Chapter 63: The Virgin’s Surrender.

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-10 02:53:44

Katarina’s POV – Safehouse, Then the Mansion

“MOVE!”

Ghost’s voice cut through the walls like thunder.

I jumped, the book in my hands falling to the floor. A second later

BOOM—a grenade went off. The boom echoed through the trees, shaking dust from the cabin walls. Katarina’s blood ran cold. That was a grenade. Not close. But not far enough.

The sound hit from somewhere distant, low, angry thunder swallowing the sky.

“What the hell was that?” I gasped, bolting upright from the couch.

Ghost burst through the back door, cloak flying behind him, wild-eyed for the first time since I’d met him. His gloves were off. That meant shit had gone sideways.

“They found me,” he growled. “We need to go. Now.”

“What do you mean they found you?!” Vittorio wheeled forward, face stone-hard, trying to rise from the couch.

Ghost slammed the door shut behind him. “They followed me. I didn’t see it at first—shit—they must’ve caught me when I visited Franco’s daughter.”

Vittorio froze mid-movement.

“…Franc
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