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Amara pov: Moscow at night is cold as a corpse and twice as merciless.I crouched on the roof of an abandoned building, eyes locked on Dmitri Solokov’s fortress, more like a goddamn castle made of blood money and bullshit. The bastard lived like a king, but kings bled just like the rest of us.The place was crawling. Guards with AKs, security cameras on every damn wall, snarling dogs that looked like they hadn’t eaten in days. But when you screw over half the underground world, paranoia becomes your best friend.I checked my watch. Shift change in thirty seconds. Predictable as hell.“Time to meet your fucking maker, Dmitri,” I muttered, pulling my hood up.The second those guards moved, I did too, fast, silent, a shadow with a blade. Climbing the wall was a child’s play. Cutting the power to the cameras was a literal joke. By the time I slipped through an open window, I was already a ghost in his golden cage.Inside, the place screamed wealth. Gold-lined walls, marble floors, a chan

Amara POV:Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious.I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention?He has no idea who he’s playing with.Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen:“The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.”Drama much?I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.He’d been trying to kill Dmitri Solokov for four fucking years. I did it in one night with no backup and no blueprint. That must’ve bruised his pride so hard he bled jealousy.Now he wanted to meet me. Like I was some damn contractor.My laughter cracked the silence, dry, bitter, dangerous.“Poor bastard’s probably jerking off to my kill report.”I shook my head and downed the

Amara POV:The night air outside the Iron Citadel smacked me in the face as soon as I stepped through the gates. It was cold, sharp, and cruel, like the bastard I’d just left behind. Viktor Dragovic thought he could reel me in with his big speech and smug smile, like I was some pawn ready to be played. Screw him. I wasn’t going to dance for anyone, least of all a man like him.The guards at the gate didn’t look me in the eye as I passed. Good. Let them be afraid. I hailed a cab, the sharp whistle cutting through the eerie silence of the street. The headlights blinked once as the car rolled up, and I climbed in without saying a damn word, slamming the door behind me. The driver asked where to, but I barely heard him over the pounding of my thoughts. When I finally mumbled my address, he nodded and took off.The city blurred past the windows, the dark streets and flickering lights swallowing me whole. My boots tapped against the floor of the cab, restless, angry. Viktor had pissed m

Amara pov:We were finally settled in the Iron Citadel, Viktor’s goddamn fortress. Everything screamed power, wealth, and danger. And the moment I saw Viktor’s smug face, that arrogant smirk like he’d just won some twisted game, I wanted to slap the hell out of him. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because my brother was here. Because I had to stay strong, for him. I couldn’t leave Luca alone in this lion’s den.They gave us rooms next to each other. There was a door between them, connecting our spaces, and even though I didn’t say shit about it, I appreciated it. Just knowing he was close helped keep the panic from crawling up my throat But our rooms being placed directly across from Viktor’s is not a fucking coincidence. He wanted us right in front of him, under his control. They probably didn’t trust me; smart move.The room they gave me was… nice. Too nice. Big-ass windows, expensive furniture, a bed softer than anything I’d slept in, even better than the house I bought for Luca in Mexi

AMARA POV:The first thing I noticed was the emptiness.The bed beside me was cold, the sheets barely rumpled where Luca had once been curled at my side. A quiet stillness filled the room, the kind that whispers more than silence should ever say. I blinked against the fading dusk bleeding through the curtains, my body sluggish and stiff, as though it had forgotten how to be alive.The clock read 08:00.Night. I'd slept through the day like a corpse avoiding resurrection.My body ached from more than exhaustion. Every breath dragged through me like smoke clawing at a hollow chest. I sat up slowly, and then it hit me.The memory. Sharp. Unforgiving. Viktor’s eyes. Cold. Calculating. And worst of all—pitying.He had looked at me like I was a tragedy, not a weapon. Like I was a girl begging to be saved, not a monster built to burn the world.I could still feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, as if he’d branded me with that moment; me in nothing but a towel, my scars naked, my soul strip