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But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

--- Looking. Observing. Calculating. --- Then suddenly— --- A different set of headlights appeared. --- From the opposite direction. --- Several black vehicles accelerated toward the scene. --- Fast. Aggressive. --- The approaching gunmen immediately reacted. --- Confused. --- Uncertain. --- The lead vehicle stopped abruptly. --- The rear door opened. --- A tall figure stepped out. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- The future Mafia King. --- His expression remained unreadable. --- Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

I slid into my chair, keeping my head down, expecting some kind of fallout. Nothing. No email. No summons. No icy glare from across the glass walls of his office. For two whole minutes, I let myself believe maybe I’d imagined it. And then—his door opened. Dominic Blackwood stepped out, dressed in black slacks and a charcoal button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms tensed, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. His gaze found mine, and for half a second, the air between us thickened. “Meeting room. Five minutes.” His voice was low, rough, lethal.

“But mercy isn’t in the Blackwood nature.” I pressed the barrel between his cracked lips, tilting his head back with the steel. His whole body trembled, blood bubbling from the ruin of his mouth. For a second, silence wrapped the room—every man holding his breath. Before he could even realize what was happening, I pulled the trigger. The bullet tore upward, a sharp crack splitting the air, and his body jerked once before collapsing limp, blood spraying all over the tile beneath him. His eyes stayed open, glassy, but there was nothing left inside.

one of them explained. That son of a gun. He knew. He probably watched my whole sprint on ten different security cameras. They walked me back to him. He didn’t even look surprised. Just kept typing like I was a grocery item being returned to the shelf. “Mr Blackwell, I am so sorry, but you misunderstood me. I was just taking a walk around the house. I was so shocked about how beautiful the house was that I ended up wandering further away,” I said, pretending to be hurt for being misunderstood.

"I just took the elevator power grid offline. The building is on emergency lights. I’m coming for you, Eve. Marcus, suppressive fire on the north side! I want their eyes on the street, not the basement!" I stood up, my legs shaking. The basement was a labyrinth of steam pipes and shadows. I pulled my ceramic blade, the weight of it a small comfort. I needed to move, but as I reached the heavy steel door leading to the parking garage, it hissed open. I raised the blade, ready to strike, but I froze. Arthur Blackwood stood there. He wasn't wearing his tuxedo jacket anymore, and he held a sleek, suppressed submachine gun with the casual grace of a man who had spent decades killing. He wasn't ac

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

I didn’t slow down. “Get down!” I barked. Alessio ducked, but he was already reaching for the glove box — pulling out the spare pistol I kept there. Another round came through the rear windshield. This one didn’t miss. It hit me square in the back of the head. Everything went white. Then black. I heard Alessio scream my name one last time before the world tilted and went silent. --- When I opened my eyes again, the world was too bright and too loud.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.