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Then he turned his head and looked at me, really looked. “I’m a cop,” he said. “Homicide. NYPD.” I raised an eyebrow. “No shit.” “Fifteen years,” he said. “I’ve seen everything.” I took another drag and thought about Mallory. About the way she vanished right after screaming threats at Cassie. About the cold feeling I couldn’t shake. “I think someone I know killed a girl back in Chicago,” I said quietly. “And I’m scared he’s going after my best friend next. She’s pregnant. About to marry the love of her life. She finally has everything good and I’m terrified he’ll take it away.”

“Chicago PD has been compromised by Hart’s allies. We can’t trust that she’ll be safe in your custody.” “And I can’t trust that she’s safe in yours,” Charleston countered. “For all I know, you’re the ones holding her against her will.” “I’m not being held,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing to stay with them because they’re the only ones who’ve actually kept me alive so far.” “Even after one of them got shot protecting you?” Charleston gestured to Maddox. “Especially after that,” I replied. “That’s the kind of protection I trust. Not whatever political game is happening at CPD right now.”

She shook her head, her smile turning mischievous. There were insidious thoughts racing through my mind, the kind of dark and evil desires that would frighten any woman away. I wanted her shackled and waiting, her naked body glistening from my cum covering her body. I could envision spanking her sweet ass, disciplining her for every misdeed she would do. Beads of sweat slid down the back of my neck. Damn, this girl turned me on. "Chicago can be a tough town."

Civilized men weren’t supposed to look like that in hospital parking lots. Raphael’s exhale was sharp, “Alright. Give me ten minutes, I’ll call you back. Don’t kill anyone until I do.” I pressed my palms to the roof of the car, metal biting cold under my skin, forehead against it like maybe I could cool the inferno chewing through me. My chest heaved. Every nerve screamed she was gone, not because she chose to leave, but because someone fucking took her. And if that was true, Chicago wasn’t ready for what I was about to do to it.

“But it pisses me off that Calvin will once again get away with everything. Someone ought to kick his ass.” “I believe that karma will find him soon,” I said. “I hope you're right,” she sighed and chuckled. “I hope that the karma who finds him will be a nasty one.” I grinned at that. “Yeah, he surely deserves a nasty one.” Fifi cleared her throat. “Now let's change the subject. You're partying in Chicago tonight?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “We're leaving in an hour.” “Good. You deserve a night off,” she said.

Thе corrupt policе in Chicago, angеrеd by thе dwindling paymеnts, rеtaliatеd by arrеsting somе of thе drug lords. In thе pursuit of my fathеr's approval to assumе control of his main company, I nеglеctеd thе concеrns raisеd by fеllow drug lords about thе inеxplicablе drop in hard drug pricеs in Chicago. Immеrsеd in thе intricaciеs of imprеssing my fathеr, I spеnt considеrablе timе with him, hoping to fortify my standing and dissuadе him from rеconsidеring his dеcision.

The one who rises and shows they will lead and demand blood for those who cross us become untouchable. I’m that one. The demons may not have a true queen, but that’s exactly what I’ve become to those who inhabit the streets of Chicago, poised and ready to feed off all the innocence constantly wandering the streets. Large cities overpopulated, unassuming humans too enthralled in everyday life and attempting to find pleasure in touristy attractions make for the best snacks. We relocated here some decades ago, growing tired of New York City and the wolf packs lingering in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, constantly chomping at the bit to destroy another of my kind, my family.

**<< Converging… on major medical supplier warehouse district… near Chicago. Chicago. A sprawling metropolis. Perfect place to vanish, to access high-end medical care discreetly for a gunshot wound, and to coordinate the final stages of Phoenix. **<< He’ll be there. Consolidating. >>** Winters’s glacial eyes met Leo’s. **<< The Hive. Likely there. >>** He pointed to the sleeper agent map. **<< Groundskeeper. Metro General Pediatrics. Chicago. >>**

I had no choice but to accept the fate that life wanted for me. I tried to tell myself that men would come and go and Maxim was just like any other man but even I knew that was a lie. I would never love a man the way I loved Maxim. I felt addicted to him. When I didn’t see him for hours, I felt sick. I knew that was how it would be once I stayed in Chicago. Even if he tried to find me, the FBI would make sure he never ever found me. They were good at hiding me and I knew they would hide me really well.

Never got to run in a touchdown though, that’s for sure. The place was busier than usual, but there were still some good spots at the bar. Dutchman’s is the kind of place where nobody bothers you. Shellacked pine booths with high backs and the lights are low. A few factory guys most nights, but usually none of the IFI crowd. Some cops. Franklin brings his wife here during basketball season. Food’s okay. I ordered a draft and a plate of chili fries. I finished the draft a little faster than I’d meant to and ordered another without thinking and then another before kickoff. Chicago was looking good and sometime before the second quarter I started to relax. This case wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, but if you cut through the static it started to look familiar. A murder. A stolen car. And a kid with a weak alibi.

“I think he’ll be the one introducing me to my daughter at the party. Try to use my vulnerability against me. He’s after the title of Capo, isn’t he?” “He is.” I nodded. “But you are right about one thing. Something still does not add up.” “What is it?” He asked, looking up at me with a frown. “The night that we were at the port in Chicago, I had a tracker on me that was supposed to lead the NYPD to their exact location.” I said, leaning my elbows against the table. “But instead, it was the Chicago PD that showed up at the location and that too, even before I could activate the tracker.”

Luca rushed forward and swept Chiara into his arms. "Enough, Catherine!" "Whether you believe it or not, she saved our lives!" "Besides, she's been by your side for years, like a sister to you. How can you be so heartless?" At the sight, Raphael's face turned ashen. "Catherine, I'll tell you this one last time." "I've put the word out. No one in Chicago dares to defy an underboss." I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, fighting back a wave of nausea. My hand reached for the candelabra, my fingertips brushing against the cold silver base.

“The reporters and the Chicago Police can help with that.” “Clever thinking,” I admitted, “but it requires coordinated work and trusted partners. My connections in Chicago might not be enough for that.” She walked toward me. “Fortunately, Cory and I already found a group of reporters more than willing to help us. What we need now is to know who we should inform from the police.” Her smile turned wry. “Ardian has a lot of connections within the Chicago P.D., unfortunately. At least three commanders and captains are Loto D'Oro's frequent clients.”

When I wouldn't answer him to whatever question he asked while I was made dizzy, he did it a second time. And when I started to roll my eyes backward from the pain, there was a third and final time before he let me go. "I've only let their mouths on me for what should be your job...you should be thanking me for it and instead you're acting like my touch makes you sick. I saved you from that life you had in Chicago. You would have nothing without me!" "I'd rather have nothing..." I muttered before getting up off of my hands and knees and managing to open the door and dart down the steps.

Look all you want buddy because my body is not yours. The conversation carried on through dinner mostly about some war brewing in Chicago and two family members they kidnapped from the Bolzico's family. I learned they were the family that killed Vincent. "The son and bastard daughter will be here in a few days." Lazaro, Chiara's father, said. "Once they arrive, we will send them a nice message about taking my cousin's life." Caelum smiled sadistically. That was fucking scary. His smile only grew more evil looking at me. Did he want to kill me too? Stop looking at me like that freak.

Ash had sure kept his promise. I hadn't left the room all day. I was sore in places I didn't even know you could be sore. It felt amazing just to lay in bed, and not have to worry about anything. I was currently sleeping with one of the most deadly people in Chicago. To me, he was incredibly kind and caring, but to everyone else, he was a killer.

Is he planning to turn Chicago into a war zone? What's even worse is the fact that Chicago is just the start. From what I have learnt these past two days, he has got networks stretching across the other States. I get the impression that he thinks he is untouchable with his goons protecting him. That's where he is wrong. No one incites a storm and gets away with it. My hands grip the handlebars as I drive through the streets of Chicago, my knuckles white. Since I suspect Finn is bugging our phones, Hera and I came up with a perfect solution to communicate. One of her whom Finn knows nothing about has been posing as a delivery man. He comes to my house to exchange intel.

Truly. I could feel the anger simmering in my veins and my blood boiling but I tamed it, it wouldn't be long until I got those bastards who made her that way and I'll make them pay, they'll wish they never existed. I'm almost there. ".. all we know is that Chester and the rest of his people are hiding somewhere in Chicago" Reed's voice floated through the haze I was in which made me return to reality. "This is the latest intel from our people in Chicago and even them couldn't get the precise location"

That I knew the version of him who stole fries off my plate and left wet towels on his bedroom floor. The version who pretended to be confident when he was nervous. The version who still called me when things got hard. The version who looked at me like I was somehow the best thing that had ever happened to him. The problem was… The more excited I became for him, the more another thought started creeping into my head. A dangerous one. One I didn’t want to think about. One I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. Chicago. I stirred my drink even though I wasn’t drinking it.

Back in the car, Lucas let out a low laugh as we pulled onto the street. “You really love screwing with that guy, don’t you?” “He keeps bringing the wrong game to the wrong table,” I muttered, eyes locked on the city unfolding before us. Chicago rolled by in flickering streetlamps and distant sirens—gritty, corrupt, beautiful. A city full of sin, secrets, and men who thought power was something you begged for. But not me. I didn’t beg. I owned.