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Chapter 8IrinaMy eyes widened.No. That was impossible.Marco's dagger.It was the same dagger Marco had carried with him everywhere. The same dagger I had once teased him about because he refused to let anyone else touch it.And now...It was in Ghost's hand.I looked up at the masked man again."You." I pointed at him with a shaking finger. "You..." My voice caught in my throat, and something inside my chest twisted. "You killed him..." My voice trembled with rage. "And you took his dagger?"Ghost said nothing. He simply looked at me.I wanted to tear that dagger from his hand.His face was hidden, so I couldn't see his facial expression. But his gaze told me that... he was amused?He followed my eyes toward the dagger, raised it and wiped the blood on its blade on his long black sleeve, taking slowly steps toward me.I swallowed hard.However, I couldn't contain the bitterness in my heart. "Are you amused and so proud of yourself that you had the honor to kill Capo Marco Hayden

Chapter 10Ghost POVThe room fell into a suffocating silence.Victor stared at the bodies of his two men, then slowly nodded, as if a dangerous thought had just crossed his mind."I locked you in a goddamn cold cell," he hissed. "I thought four months would be enough to teach you a lesson."He raised his eyes to her. "How dare you seduce my men?"She let out a bitter laugh and shook her head, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing."You know what?" She laughed again. "Think whatever you want. You already killed me twice. I don't care if you decide to do it again."Without looking at me, she added, "But... I'm just wondering. Your precious Ghost killed them. I didn't ask him to. So why don't you..." She finally looked at me, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Why don't you kill him?""Guards!" Victor suddenly barked. "Out! All of you!"Within seconds, the room was empty.The only sound left was Victor's footsteps against the wooden floor as he approached

Chapter 12IrinaMy breath caught in my chest.I took a step back, staring down at the man's dead body.The club was still alive around me.Music thundered through the room, the bass vibrating beneath my feet. Bodies moved everywhere, pressed against one another beneath the flashing lights. Most of the people were either drunk, high, or too lost in their own pleasure to notice what had happened only a few feet away.A man had just been killed. And nobody cared. Nobody even noticed.My gaze slowly lifted.Across the crowded dance floor, my eyes found Ghost. He was still sitting at the table. Two women were standing beside him, their hands running over his broad shoulders while they whispered and laughed into his ears.His fingers moved lazily around his dagger, twisting it and spinning it between his fingers.I blinked. The music around me seemed to fade.And then, without warning, memories flooded my mind as I was staring down at the dead body.Marco. His smile. His dark eyes.Then I

Chapter 14IrinaIn the mafia world, a bullet meant only two things.Someone was about to die.Or a war was about to begin.I'd learned that lesson long ago.I still hadn't recovered from the shock of Ghost lying to my father and claiming that I'd been trying to escape when I suddenly saw a man aiming his gun at me."You bitch," the armed man growled. "You killed him."Before anyone could process what was happening, he fired.I closed my eyes.Waiting for the end.I had no chance.But then someone slammed into me.My body hit the floor, and my head struck the edge of the table.For a second, everything went silent.Then I opened my eyes.My brother was lying on the ground.A pool of blood spread beneath him.Dmitri.Did he just take the bullet for me?The place erupted in gunfire.My father's guards rushed toward the Irish men as everyone scrambled for cover.I didn't think.I ran to my brother.I was terrified.I dropped to my knees beside him."Dmitri, brother!" I cried.I reached o

Chapter 16I froze.Dmitri turned. "Who's here?" he asked, reaching for his gun.Anastasia sneezed. "I haven't been feeling well since this morning. I think I'm coming down with the flu."From where I was lying, I could see Dmitri's back and the tension in his body."A..."Before he could say anything else, a new message chimed on Anastasia's phone.She deliberately made sure he saw the notification on the screen.He raised an eyebrow and read it aloud. "How's your cold, ovulation-days guy?""Damn it, Zoya," Anastasia hissed. "Did you really have to send it now?"I sniffed.I knew she was acting. She must have asked her cousin Zoya to send the message at that exact moment. She must have warned her with a message when Dmitri first entered the room.He looked at her. "I assume the ovulation guy is me."His voice sounded hurt. Unbeleiving.But honestly, he deserved it."Unless you suspect I sleep with..."He slammed his hand against the wall behind her."Fuck, Anastasia."His jaw tighten