جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 5

Ivana’s POV"You've got two hours and fifty-eight minutes to kill Alpha Alfonso. If another assassin reaches him first... don't bother coming home."He said the words calmly, no hint of threat detected behind his tone. That was what made the Director dangerous. He hardly ever yelled or threw lousy fits. He just stated facts, knowing that failure under his roof meant a body bag before sunrise.I didn't even drop my gaze. Three hours? They're really trying to make me earn my paycheck today."Understood," I said simply.There was no point in arguing. I reached out, snatched the black leather file off his desk, and turned on my heel. As my combat boots clicked against the polished floor toward the private elevator, I flipped open the folder, my eyes scanning the text at lightning speed, memorizing every single detail before the doors even slid open.Alpha Alfonso. Head of the northern mafia syndicate. He was making a rare public appearance tonight at the Grand Horizon Plaza. Security was

Ivana’s POVI couldn't tear my eyes away from the photograph.Fake. It had to be. A cheap Photoshop job, an AI render, or a heavily edited picture pulled from an archive before the safehouse fire four years ago. My brain frantically scrambled for every logical excuse to reject the paper sitting on the table. Then my thumb brushed over his left wrist in the picture, and my heart completely stopped.Twisted twice around his arm was a faded, frayed length of blue paracord—the ridiculous, uneven knot I had tied for him on his tenth birthday when he refused to stop crying after breaking his collarbone. And right above it, a thin, jagged white scar cut straight through his left eyebrow from the time he fell out of the old tree in our backyard.It was him.Luka was alive. Somebody had pulled him out of that burning house, erased his name, and kept him locked away in the dark while I spent four years bleeding for this organization just to numb the pain of losing him.Lucky for me, the tears

Ivana’s POVMy finger flexed against the trigger of the stolen handgun, my knuckle turning stark white under the red emergency lights.He was three feet away. No body armor over his chest, no security team blocking my angle, no defensive stance. I could punch a hole straight through his throat before his brain even registered the muzzle flash.He's going to kill me, my mind screamed. He brought a dozen men to corner me, and now he's closing the trap himself.Instead, Alfonso casually tilted his head toward the door and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist."Out," he said, his voice flat and quiet. "All of you."The strike team leader blinked, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Sir? She’s an elite operative, she’s armed, and she’s already taken down—""I won't ask a second time," Alfonso interrupted, not even bothering to glance back at the man.Without another word of protest, the twelve heavily armed guards snapped their rifles back to their shoulders, turned on their he