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CHAPTER 3

-WILLING TO LOSE IT ALL-

RADOSLAV MARKOV'S POV

The moment the call ends the whole world stops right after it. For these past eight years, I foolishly thought I'd escape the death of someone close to me if I wasn't involved in the mafia anymore. Clearly, I was wrong...

If only I had been there, none of this would have happened. I would have protected Lion with everything I had! This only shows how unstable the hierarchy has gotten since I left. You can't trust anyone these days if you don't do it yourself, huh?

But I am no saint either...

I left, leaving Lion and Deva vulnerable. Deva is safe, which doesn't throw my hard work living here for nothing. But Lion is dead and I need to go back. Now, this throws all of our hard work for nothing.

For these suffocating eight years, I've lived in constant paranoia, haunted by the thought that one day I'd be found, and my family would pay the price.

But that day never came. No one came to look for me. They all believed I was dead, never even questioning if I might be deceiving them.

This of course was all thanks to my grandmother, Lion. She crafted the perfect plan—

I walked into my grandmother's office, taking a seat.

"In three days, you will no longer be Radoslav Markov, but Matey Rakovski. You better get used to it."

My grandmother threw me a passport. My new identity was concealed inside of it.

"I like the name." I wink and my grandma shakes her head, unimpressed.

"This one is for your girlfriend. Svetla Koleva." Another passport got thrown on top of mine.

"She'll find it alluring." I murmured, a smile playing on my lips.

"She better be, because I was searching for a cool Bulgarian name for three days now. You and your picky girl."

"There are pickier ones out there." We both chuckle at that.

"Pray for those who marry them, eh." My grandmother and I burst in laughter, loosing ourselves for a moment before she cleared her throat, and I stop my antics, falling all ears.

"Eight pm sharp, be at the front gates with your girlfriend. No earlier. No later. An orange Zagan sport's car will take you to the airport. There, you will await one of his jets too. You get on it and you take off to Antarctica."

I find the location interesting and hummed in acknowledgement for my grandmother to continue.

"In Antarctica one of my trusted associated with merlot watch, will pick you up with another jet. One that cannot be tracked by my associates. In the meantime—"

"I will take care of everyone on board." I interject, understanding the necessity of the plan. My grandma smirks and continues.

"He will drop you at a house lost in time. Get the gym bags, they're filled with cash and crypto accounts. All untraceable. You shoot the associate once he steps in the house. Take his body to the garage and drop him in the black car. Next to it, a merlot car awaits you there—"

"Sometimes I wonder if merlot is yours or mine."

"We can share." She winks and shuffles her hand in the drawer, taking out a very old phone, followed by a dusty charger.