"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...
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"Flight got delayed?"
Her voice broke the silence of the Arena gym like a gunshot in a cathedral. Flat. Toneless. She didn't look up—just continued wrapping her knuckles with clinical precision, her movements mechanical. Not a hint of warmth in her words. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just air.
"You wish, Kaia."
Luca's voice was smooth, but it landed with a scrape. His footsteps echoed off the concrete floor as he approached, slow and sure.
"I wish for a lot of things," she said, eyes still on her hands. "For example—your absence."
"You flatter me, Devil," he replied, stopping just a few feet away. "Your wishes involve me."
She launched a clean jab into the heavy bag. Then another. No aggression. Just execution. Her face remained blank, deadpan. "You're not that important."
Luca stepped closer. "Yet I'm still here. Still bothering you."
Kaia struck the bag again. No pause, no flinch. "You're background noise."
"But you're still listening."
She said nothing. Just pulled her wrist wrap tighter.
He studied her—the subtle bruises beneath her jaw, the way her lip had almost healed. But it wasn't the injuries that held him. It was the lack of expression. She gave him nothing. Not hate. Not interest. Not rage.
Just blank, clinical silence.
"You feel nothing for me?" he asked, his voice quieter now.
She finally looked at him—dark eyes flat, unreadable. "No."
The word didn't sting. It sliced.
"Liar," Luca said under his breath.
Kaia turned her back to him, grabbed her water bottle from the bench, and took a long sip. She wiped her mouth, still silent.
"You're a puzzle."
"No." Her tone didn't rise. "You're just not as complicated as you think."
"Then tell me what I am."
She faced him again. Her eyes were cold and still.
"Temporary."
He swallowed whatever that did to him and stepped into her space, inches from her now. Close enough to feel her breath. Close enough to make her move.
She didn't.
"Then run," he murmured.
Kaia blinked once. "That would imply I was scared of you."
