"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
-"At dusk, death came to me in the form of a man."-
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The Orchid was empty, cleared out under the guise of curfew. No lights flickered behind the bar. No music echoed from the stage. Just silence—calculated and thick. Security had tripled at the doors. Blade was outside, just out of sight, but she knew he wouldn't be far.
Viktor Ivanov stood when she entered. His brass-blond hair was combed back with militant precision, a silver watch glinting at his wrist as he raised his glass. He was all posture—chiseled jaw, trim suit, and ice-pale eyes that never quite smiled when the rest of him did.
"Kaia," he said smoothly, stepping forward. His hand reached for hers, drawing it toward his lips. He kissed the back like an old-world gentleman—faux reverence, all for show.
"Viktor," she replied coolly, withdrawing her hand without a flinch.
He gestured to the booth. "I expected more of a welcome. No wine? No band? I must have lost favor."
"I thought you preferred quiet," Kaia replied as she slid into the booth opposite him. "And neutrality."
He smiled at that. A tight curve of the mouth. "Only when the noise doesn't serve me."
She didn't respond. A beat passed. Then she placed the folder on the table between them, flipping it open to the shipment logs. Arms, tech, encrypted ports, warehouse access—all itemized and clean.
Viktor glanced through the pages without touching them. "Your efficiency never ceases to impress."
"I don't waste time."
"No," he said, sipping his drink. "But you do make powerful friends."
Her gaze didn't waver. "Are we here to make accusations or trade terms?"
He chuckled, leaning back. "Just observations. The Italians have grown quite... attached, no?"
"That's your third deflection," she said. "You haven't commented on the new ports or our agreed split."
Viktor sighed. "You always get to the point. Fine. The ports are acceptable. I'd like my men stationed in three of them for discretion. Odessa, Palermo, and the northern route to Hamburg."
"Palermo's Italian territory."
"I'm aware." His smile grew colder. "But your alliances are flexible, are they not?"
She didn't rise to the bait. "We've traded through Palermo before."
"But you didn't have The Don and his shadow army at your back then." Viktor leaned in. "Funny, isn't it? How we never got along with them. Even before you."
Kaia's expression didn't change, but her fingers tensed slightly against the folder.
Viktor's tone softened, like it was a mere historical note. "There was never trust between us. Just mutual need. Shipments. Ports. Access. That was the extent of our relationship."
