The Devil's Debt
She highlighted financial trails buried beneath laundering schemes, drew connections in contracts and shipments, suggested moves that weren’t just brutal—but brilliant.
Lucian would stare at her, equal parts pride and awe, before smirking. “I should have made you my consigliere from the start.”
“You should have treated me as your equal from the start,” she shot back with a grin.
He silenced her with a kiss.
In the rare quiet hours, they dared to dream aloud.
“Where would you go,” Ayla asked one dawn, curled against his chest, “if there were no debts, no wars, no blood?”
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