The Mafia Queen's Obsession gxg

Amos Novak

The night that Amos Novak killed Selene's parents would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

He was 15 years old then, tasked with wiping out the Moretti family to secure his family's position in the underworld. The mission had been simple—kill the Morettis and wipe away all traces of their influence. Amos had done this before, but that night was different.

It wasn't the violence that shook him—it was the presence of the girl.

Selene.

She was just 12 years old. A child caught in the crossfire, but not a victim, at least not in the way Amos expected. He was used to seeing fear in the eyes of children when their families were torn apart, but not Selene. 

She didn't cry. 

She didn't beg. 

She didn't show any fear at all.

Instead, she stood in the middle of the chaos, watching with piercing, calculating eyes. Her parents were being executed in front of her, but she didn't flinch. 

She didn't run. 

And then, in the midst of the bloodshed, she did something that made Amos freeze for a moment.

She laughed.

It wasn't the frantic laugh of someone driven mad by fear. It wasn't a desperate chuckle. It was cold, almost detached, as if she had already accepted the fate of the world around her. 

As though she understood the game at a level he could never have imagined.

Amos couldn't explain it. He'd been in countless dangerous situations, had faced death head-on, but the way Selene looked at him, the way she laughed at him in the midst of his triumph, unsettled him in a way that no enemy ever had. 

In that split second, he felt something he hadn't experienced before—fear.

Fear of her.

It wasn't just the look in her eyes. It was the way she carried herself—unshaken, unmoved, like a force of nature, completely indifferent to the violence swirling around her. 

Most people would cower, but Selene was different. 

She was a child no more than twelve, but in that moment, she felt older than anyone in the room. Older than Amos, who had been trained for this very kind of work. She didn't need to cry or scream; she simply was—a living testament to the fact that there was something far more powerful than fear in this world.

Amos had finished the job, of course. The Morettis were wiped out. But that moment stayed with him. The sight of Selene standing there, laughing without fear, was burned into his mind. 

It was an odd, twisted kind of respect he felt for her, mixed with a deep, uncomfortable unease. 

It was the beginning of a fear that would grow as Selene matured into the woman she was now—the woman he knew was hunting him, relentlessly, without mercy.

And as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, Amos knew that Selene would never forgive him for what he did. 

The little girl who had laughed at him that night was gone, replaced by someone more dangerous, more determined, and now that she knew the truth, she was coming for him.

This time, it wasn't just a mission. 

This was personal.

 And Amos knew, deep down, that there was no escaping it. 

Because Selene? 

She had nothing left to lose.

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