"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...
-"A wise girl knows her limits. A smart girl knows she has none."-
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The meeting room at the Arena reeked of bloodless rage.
A single pendant light swung above the table, casting long shadows over the map spread across its surface—New York segmented into blocks of territory, digital pins glowing faintly on the screen embedded beneath the glass. The air was tight. No one had slept. The scent of gunmetal, antiseptic, and vengeance clung to the walls.
"Where the fuck is he?" Antonio muttered, pacing.
"Gone," Starr replied, voice clipped as she scrolled through surveillance logs on her tablet. "Off-grid. No digital footprint in the last twelve hours. Facial rec hasn't picked him up on any of the street cams in Manhattan, Brooklyn, or Queens. He's either underground, or someone's shielding him."
"He was still in the city after the meeting," Oscar said, leaning over the edge of the table, jaw clenched. "We have heat maps from the Eastside. He must've slipped through one of the old sub-tunnels—places no one's touched in years."
"Of course he did," Blade said, standing by the window, arms folded tight. "Snake like him doesn't walk out the front door."
Luca said nothing.
He stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, knuckles white as he gripped the edge. His eyes were locked on the spot marked Orchid—the last place Kaia had been before it all spiraled.
Viktor's face was burned into his memory. Brass-blonde hair. Ice eyes. That fucking smug grin.
"He wouldn't have done this alone," Ida said finally, voice low, calculating. "He brought the serum, the needle, knew exactly how to weaponize her heart. Someone prepped that. Someone helped him."
"There's a mole," Antonio growled.
"We already knew that," Starr shot back. "But now we have proof."
The room stilled.
Luca straightened slowly, eyes cold.
"Find him," he said, the words low and lethal. "Find Viktor. Find the rat who opened the gate. I want names."
"And when we find him?" Blade asked.
Luca's mouth barely curved. Not a smile—just a promise.
"We bury him."
♕
The sheets were too soft.
Kaia stirred against them like she was floating—adrift in something featherlight and wrong. Her pulse throbbed somewhere far away, a sluggish drum she couldn't reach. Everything was warm but cold. Her body burned beneath the covers, but her teeth chattered like ice lived in her marrow.
