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Chapter 66: Brielle's POV
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“You should eat something.”I didn’t look up from the map spread across the table. “Not hungry.”Valerie plopped an apple down next to my hand anyway. “Doesn’t matter. Eat.”Ace stood in the corner, arms crossed, silent as usual. Dawson paced. Esther clicked away on her laptop like the keys owed her money.“We’re running out of time,” Esther muttered.Dawson stopped pacing. “We’ve been running out of time for three weeks.”“No,” she said. “This is different. There’s chatter—encrypted channels, burner phones. Whoever’s behind this isn’t just watching now. They’re planning.”I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Planning what?”“Could be another hit,” she said. “Could be a rescue mission. Could be… extraction.”Ace finally spoke. “For you.”Valerie raised her brows. “Extraction? Like kidnapping?”Dawson snorted. “Like we’d let that happen.”“I’m not worried about being taken,” I said. “
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Ace’s voice was hard now. “Then they find out how badly they miscalculated.” “Not to make this about me,” Valerie added, “but I really want to punch someone.” “We all do,” I said. I stood slowly, brushing dirt off my jeans. The fire crackled, the wind died down, and for a second, the world didn’t feel like it was ending. “Tomorrow,” I said. “We go after the next site.” “Which one?” Esther asked. “There’s one near Brookline. Hidden beneath an old water treatment plant.” “Because of course there is,” Dawson muttered. I met Ace’s eyes. “You with me?” “Always.” Valerie raised her hand. “I’ll drive. Dibs on the aux cord.” “God help us,” Esther mumbled. As we settled for the night, the stars above us felt less like watchers and more like witnesses. To who I’d been. To who I was becoming. And I swore to myself—I’d be more than what they built me for. I’d be mine. Even if I had to burn the whole damn world to prove it. --- Morning came slower than I wanted it to. The fores
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 73: Brielle's POV
The car ride back to the secondary safehouse was a blur of blood, gun oil, and too many things left unsaid. Valerie drove like she had a death wish, and Esther kept checking the rearview mirror like it might lie to her. Dawson muttered curses through clenched teeth, cradling his splinted arm. Ace hadn’t said a word. Not since we left the brownstone in flames. I finally cracked. “You’re sulking.” He didn’t look at me. “Not sulking.” “You’re brooding, then.” “That’s different how?” Valerie asked, not even looking up from the road. “It’s quieter,” Esther answered. “And more annoying.” Ace shifted in his seat. “She stabbed Julia. I’m allowed a minute to process that.” “I didn’t just stab her,” I muttered. “I ended her.” Silence fell. “Brutal,” Valerie whispered, like she was proud. “Necessary,” Esther added. “
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 72: Brielle's POV
The warehouse loomed like a rotting carcass, its windows shattered and bleeding moonlight. Julia stood at the center, her black bob slick as oil under the flickering fluorescents. Dawson knelt at her feet, his face swollen and unrecognizable. Valerie whistled low. “Drama queen much?” Ace’s hand brushed mine as we stepped inside, a silent question. I jerked away. “Took you long enough,” Julia purred, her honey-brown eyes glinting. “I was starting to think you’d let dear Uncle Dawson bleed out.” Dawson spat blood. “Don’t… do it, Brie.” Julia kicked him silent. “Enough. Where’s my key?” Ace stepped forward, his voice steel. “Let him go first.” “Still giving orders?” She laughed. “You’re not the king here anymore, Ace. Just a washed-up ghost.” Valerie flipped a knife in her palm. “Can I stab her yet?” “Patience,” Esther muttered, her gaze scanning the shadows. Julia snapped her
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 71: Brielle's POV
The safehouse reeked of mothballs and regret. Valerie tossed a sequined dress at me, the fabric slithering to the floor like a dead thing. “Try this. It’s got ‘stab me’ written all over it.” I nudged it with my boot. “More like ‘shoot me first.’” Ace leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his buzz cut catching the dim light. “Black’s practical. Blood doesn’t show.” “Romantic,” I said flatly. Valerie snorted. “Says the man who proposed with a gunshot wound.” Esther strode in, her heels clicking like a metronome. “Party starts in three hours. Intel says Julia’s got the Azura family on her payroll. They’ll be armed.” “Aren’t we all?” Valerie twirled a knife, her scar twisting with her smirk. Ace’s gaze lingered on me. “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes, I do.” I picked up the dress, hating how my hands didn’t shake. “You made sure of that.” He flinched. Good. --- The ba
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 70: Brielle's POV
The safehouse hummed with restless energy, like a hive after someone kicked it. Valerie paced the living room, her boots scuffing the worn hardwood, while Esther methodically disassembled and cleaned her pistol at the kitchen table. The metallic *click-clack* parts echoed like a morbid lullaby. Dawson’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. “Julia’s meeting the Nightwind contact tonight. Warehouse district. Chelsea.” Ace leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. His posture was calm, but his jaw twitched. “She’s testing our reach. Let her.” I stared at the chipped mug in my hands, the coffee inside long gone cold. “Or she’s baiting *me*.” Valerie stopped pacing. “Why you?” “Because Kade said *ask her* before I shot him. Julia’s not stupid. She knows I’m the loose thread.” Ace’s gaze flicked to me, unreadable. “You’re not a thread. You’re the knife.” Esther snorted. “Poetic. But
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 69: Brielle's POV
The safehouse felt too quiet.Not the comforting kind. The kind that feels like something is creeping just out of view. That haunting hush after the storm, when you’re not sure if you survived it or if this is just the beginning of something worse.I sat at the window, staring out at the street where nothing moved. Not even the wind.Valerie dropped a granola bar in my lap. “Eat something before your stomach eats itself.”I looked at it like it was a foreign object. “I’m not hungry.”“You say that every time,” she muttered, plopping down on the armrest of the couch beside me. “And then two hours later, you’re raiding the kitchen like a raccoon.”I tore open the wrapper anyway. “Only because you hide the good stuff.”Valerie smirked. “I don’t hide them. I strategically misplace them.”Esther walked in, still drying her hair with a towel. “If either of you touches my chocolate stash, I’ll put a bullet in your coff
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 68: Brielle's POV
The night before the meeting felt like a funeral in slow motion.We were all dressed in black, metaphorically if not literally. Nerves coated the air like fog—thick and sticky. No one said it, but we all knew: tonight could be it. The beginning or the end.I sat on the edge of the couch, lacing up my boots for the third time, mostly to keep my hands busy. Valerie paced the room like a wildcat in heels, her leather jacket creaking every other step. Esther was at the table cleaning her gun while humming a terribly off-key version of Toxic by Britney Spears.“You hum like a dying duck,” Valerie said without looking up.“Better than pacing like a toddler off her meds,” Esther replied, not missing a beat.“You’re both insufferable,” I muttered.Ace leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, eyes on me.“Still want to do this?” he asked.I looked up. “Do I have a choice?”He studied me. “You always do.
The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss Chapter 67: Brielle's POV
I didn’t sleep that night.Maybe it was the threat of betrayal hanging heavy in the air. Maybe it was the memory of Ace’s arms around me, warm and protective. Or maybe it was the fact that tomorrow night, we were walking straight into a meeting that could either end in a deal… or a bullet.By the time morning hit, I’d made two cups of coffee, none of which I drank. I just stood in the kitchen, staring at the steam as it curled and vanished, the way peace always seemed to in this world.Esther was the first to stir, stomping into the kitchen like she owned every tile.“You look like shit,” she greeted, pouring herself coffee from my untouched mug.“Morning to you too,” I muttered.“Are you up all night writing your will or just thinking about how to kill Gideon more creatively?”I shrugged. “Bit of both.”She sipped, then grimaced. “This is awful.”“Didn’t make it for the taste.”Ace came in next, shirtless and still half-asleep, his buzzed hair tousled in a way that made me ache a lit
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