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Ghost Markets Jace's POVTo be honest, the one person Lucian has been clamouring be killed was the one saving us now.Seraphina's intelligence, delivered via an encrypted satellite path was the most chilling thing we had encountered yet. She hadn't found a supply route or a bank account, she had found an ideology, the real brain behind The Widow’s belief in information as the ultimate weapon. She called them the “Ghost Markets” It was a united legion of black-market exchange hubs operating in the deepest layers of the global shadow economy, trading not in drugs or weapons, but in identity, information, and high-level assassinations. They were the clearing houses for the collapse of global order. Damn!Dimitri and I flew to a discreet location in Eastern Europe, a nameless city where the frame work was brutalized and destroyed and the secrets it held were plentiful. The specific market we targeted was rumored to be hosted in an abandoned subway station. And you can just imagine tha
The Widow’s Voice Lucian’s POVThe footage was a masterpiece of mental warfare and aimed directly to break me. I stood in my privatebroom, the room already smelling faintly of smoke and shattered dreams from the fit of rage I’d had earlier, staring at the playback on the massive television display Seraphina had instantly installed to replace the one I’d destroyed. The video had already circulated through every secure channel, every dark corner of the global underworld. It was undeniable proof of The Widow’s capability and, worse, her absolute confidence. Her fucking confidence. Shit!It undermines me, my respect, everything. She's a fucking bitch, a bitch! Damn it!The figure on screen was veiled in black, very expensive lace and hiding her ugly features, but nevertheless, her skin was annoyingly beautiful and charming and her intelligence was superb. I mean, she fucking crumbled me, a whole me, Lucian fucking Moreau, the undisputed King of the damn underworld. Well, she's taught m
The Sicilian Inferno Jace's POVI must say, Palermo was a city of ghosts. The scent of fire hung still heavy in the air as we walked through the dirty roads of the city. The blast was heavy, very heavy and totally destroyed the framework of the entire city.The sun here was brutal, probably still angry about how lives were wasted like mere animals. The haunting scent of the widow's destruction crawled in the heart's of the people here. None of them mentioned that day, they had all ran to their houses and lived in fear. Our Vanguard buildings were unrecognizable, and the remaining bosses—old men whose loyalty was based entirely on fear instilled by Lucian and cheapprofit—were left scrambling and hiding.Dimitri and I moved through them like a pair of fearless dogs and his silence doing even more to intimidate them than any shout. They were shivering when we cornered them in a secure basement a few blocks from the wreckage.Somehow still tells me her informants are lurking around and
Fire in PalermoJace's POVThe reports were screaming across the news portals, a relentless and unending torture that left a sickening horror and dreadful feeling in my gut.Fuck! Just fuck! These bastards wouldn't just have some respect. They've only made things worse.The Vanguard’s operations center in Palermo was gone, reduced to nothing but heap of smoke and nothingness. The haunting feeling of the death of men clawed in my heart and I'm speechless. Dozens of loyal men, some I knew by name, were dead, I mean gone, like wiped out of the face of the earth with unrecognizable bodies... The casualty list only grew longer with every update and it only pricked my heart the more. The attack was nothing but brutality and a clear declaration of war. Lucian has been drinking and smoking ever since he heard the news. Matteo narrowly escaped and damn…just…fuck!This wasn’t a normal gang war, this was a well planned strike, precise, calculated, and very effective. And one thing I know for
Jace's POV Seraphina’s Return“Come on, Lucian, we can't go there... it's too dangerous,” I explained, my voice laced with anger in the middle of the night. He had brought up another silly idea to go rob a government warehouse simply because he got some info there was weapons there.But just then, the door flung open and I jerked sharply, my eyes focused on the door. Dimitri quickly threw the coffee cup and took cover while Lucian grabbed a gun quickly and cocked it.“Show yourself!” He sneered, his voice echoed across the room.And who walked in? Seraphina.I couldn’t believe it. We all thought she was gone. Like, really gone…forever. I had stopped looking for her a long time ago.But there she was. She was a complete mess. Not just tired but injured and dirty and smelly and yuck.Her clothes were torn to pieces and she was almost naked with a bleeding arm. She tried to take one more step and collapsed suddenly and my heart skipped a beat."Whoa, hey! Stop!" I didn’t even think abou
The Blood CompactLucian's POV You know, I've been thinking. With everything that has been going on, I just thought, my crew, I mean my inner circle should be bound by blood. I know it's sound cringe but that's how we grow, that's how we'll build trust.That's how my Dad grew the Moreau empire, not until he broke the pact by allowing Rosalyn walk into his life. That bitch that I'm yet to find.But well, it's been in my mind and it's been bothering me for so long. Just look at it, Jace has sacrificed his life for me countless times and so has Dimitri. They've proven true loyalty and shown me they're going to be my ride or die. For the very first time in my life, I feel safe around people, around them, but the unnerving feeling of betrayal still haunts me, most especially with Dimitri whom I don't completely trust, but still, he's a comrade.Lately, I've been drinking more alcohol for the past five days and Jace hasn't even checked on me. I know he's mad at me for everything I've done,








