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Ghost POVI’ve done it, and there’s no turning back now. Even if I wanted to, there’s no contact. Maybe that’s for the best? I can’t second think this or change my mind and realise how fucked up it is.“Ahm.”The sound has me looking up to see Max still waiting. “You’re back again,” I say, and he nods.“Why wouldn’t I?” He steps closer, and I snap the phone, throwing it into the glass of water.“Secret business?” he chuckles, looking at the broken phone.“Something like that,” I say with a shrug, before standing. He steps closer, his lips brushing against mine.“I was thinking, why don’t we switch it up?” His mouth moves down my neck, his fingers slowly unbuckling my belt. “I fuck you for a change.”His words have me laughing. “I don’t do that, ever.” I don’t know why, but I don’t, and I’m not about to start doing it.“You have no idea what you’re missing,” he mutters as he kisses my neck. Maybe he’s right and I don’t, but I’m not about to take that step yet.Leaving the club, I watch
I arrive at the docks and step out of the car. I didn’t bring all my men—Ghost is supposed to show up with his own, and there’s no point in overcrowding the docks with guards. That would only draw the wrong kind of attention.Standing near the entrance, I give instructions to my men, making sure the critical areas of the docks are covered. Then, I head back to the entrance to wait for Ghost. He needs to get his men into position; otherwise, we’ll have weak spots.Glancing at my phone, I sigh. He’s cutting it close. Too close. I turn my gaze to the water and spot the shipment coming in.Where the hell are you?I send the text, my frustration growing as I watch them start unloading the shipment. Of course, Ghost isn’t here. Why the hell would I expect him to show up on time?The sound of shuffling feet behind me makes me turn, and I groan. “Not today. Nice try. Leave.” My glare locks on Deano, the second-in-command of the Calino crew.He chuckles, rolling the cigar between his fingers.
Prince POVThe sound of footsteps behind me snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn quickly, and there he is. I don’t wait. I lunge, slamming him hard against the wall.“Where the fuck were you!” I roar, my voice shaking with fury.He laughs—a dry, infuriating sound. “So I’m late. Who gives a shit?” he spits, smirking.“Everyone!” I bellow, shoving him harder. “The fucking Calino crew showed up, and I didn’t have enough men because you were supposed to bring yours! They took everything!”For just a moment, his smirk falters, replaced by something fleeting—shock, maybe guilt. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “We’ll get it back,” he says with a shrug, his voice annoyingly calm. Then his eyes drop to my arm, widening. “You’re hurt?”“Are you fucking joking? Where were you, Ghost? What was so important that you couldn’t get here in time?” My voice rises, raw and furious. “Well? Come on! While I had a gun shoved in my fucking mouth, where the hell were you?”“I... I was asleep,” he say
Prince POVAfter getting my shoulder patched up, I sit in the office, contemplating how to confront Ghost. He's the sort to run or refuse if he's told what to do which makes this entire thing even more complicated. Moving forward, we need to work together—that means respecting each other’s space and, more importantly, respecting each other enough to show up when needed.No more hiding away or making excuses.Taking out my phone, I type a message:We need to speak. We need to arrange getting the shipment back, and we’re doing it together.As I hit send, the door opens, and Josie walks in. Oh, for God’s sake—I can’t deal with this right now.“You got hurt,” she whispers, her eyes drifting to the bandage on my shoulder.“I’m fine. It’s nothing.” My tone comes out colder than I intend, and she stares at me. I sigh. “Sorry. I’m just stressed and have a lot to deal with.” It's not entirely a lie.She nods and perches on the desk in front of me. “Why did you defend him?”I frown. “Defend who
Ghost’s POVI walk away from Prince, determined to cause some shit. I lied when I said I didn’t think we’d need soldiers—I just hadn’t read my father’s messages to know I was supposed to arrange them.This entire screw-up is on me. Which means it’s on me to fix—not Prince, not anyone else. I walk for a while, my mind racing, before sitting down to come up with a plan.If I bring in soldiers, if I get anyone involved, my father will tell the De Lucas that I’m planning to retaliate. Prince has already been hurt. I can’t risk dragging anyone else into this. I have to do this alone. And it’s not like I can’t—I know how to handle myself. I know how to protect myself.I start walking again and head to the warehouses. The guys there watch me but don’t say a word. Their eyes follow me as I uncover the SUV, their expressions growing more curious. I ignore them and begin loading up weapons, tucking them into every available space.Deano is dead. I don’t care if I die trying. What he did went to
Ghost POVMy hands grip the wheel tightly as I pull out my phone and see messages from Prince.Meet me at the usual spot.My eyes flick to the clock. Shit. No.Don’t go there!I quickly type a reply, praying he listens. If he wants to talk, fine—but not tonight. Not there.My phone vibrates again, and I glance at the screen.We need to talk. I’ll sit there all fucking night if I have to. You keep screwing up, I took the fall for you, and now you’ve gone off on your own and made it worse.Is he joking? My anger flares as I hit the call button, the phone ringing in my ear. “Answer, you fucking prick!” I seethe, gripping the wheel tighter. He doesn’t answer. I curse and decide to head straight to the spot.The entire drive, I’m calling him. Over and over. Still nothing.Stopping just outside the trees, I leap out of the car and rush through the woods. He has to be here. I glance at my phone: 9:05. Hopefully, they’re fucking late.As I reach the spot, a sharp blow to the back of my head s
Prince’s POVI sit here, gripping the ball of metal tightly, keeping it hidden. My mind races as I try to think of a way out of this mess. We need to talk, to figure out what we can offer these people to make this stop. Everyone has a price. It’s just a matter of finding out what it is.“We need to consider what we’re willing to offer them,” I say, my voice steady. Ghost looks at me, his expression unreadable.“Nothing. We don’t give in to people like this,” he says flatly.Is he serious? “Ghost, we have no way out. If this plan of yours fails, we may need to negotiate. Everyone has a price,” I insist, leaning forward slightly. He stares at me like I’m crazy, but I know I’m not. “Let’s not go ahead with your plan just yet. Let’s try negotiating first, right?”“No,” Ghost snaps, shaking his head.“Why not? What’s the problem with negotiating to get free?” I ask, frustration rising in my chest. It’s like he’s dead set on fighting his way out, even when it doesn’t make sense. Sure, Ghost
Prince POVThe men exchange glances, clearly considering the offer.Good. When they give me the name of whoever set this up, I’m going to make sure they regret it. I’ll cut them open while they’re still alive.“No.” The word comes out cold, emotionless, and I stare at him in disbelief.“Are you crazy? I’m offering you twice what they paid!” I snap, my voice rising in frustration.“Prince, leave it!” Ghost barks, but I ignore him.“No! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout, my anger boiling over.The man tilts his head, his posture relaxed as if this is all a game to him. “Look, we’ve got some requests for you two later. That’s what’s important. The money? Perfect. It’s a nice incentive, sure, but what we’ve been asked to get from you two? Well, that just makes this even fucking better.” His words hit like a punch to the gut, stopping me in my tracks.“What? What the hell could you get from us that’s better than money?” I demand. There’s nothing. Money gets them drugs, power—what e
Prince POVMy father’s voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “Myself and Salvatore have worked to ensure these stay private! Only he and I know. Everyone else thinks we never got anything.”I don’t let my expression falter as I respond coldly, “Keep it that way. I don’t want them out.”His face hardens as he stands abruptly, glaring at me with the full force of his authority. “Are you really giving me orders?”“You just said I’m officially the boss,” I snap, meeting his glare without flinching. “So yes, I fucking am! Delete every single fucking copy.” I stand, the tension between us thick and suffocating. “If they get out, people will know we have weak spots, and others will try to take me again. Not to mention they had fucking Josie! Using her to make us do shit, so delete it.”He tilts his head, studying me, as if weighing his next move. “They never had her! When you two didn’t return, we locked down everything. It was fake!”Fake? My fists clench at my sides as I fight to kee
Prince POVI join in the search, my pulse pounding as I frantically check every door, every corner. Finally, I find a door that leads to a narrow staircase. “Here!” I shout, the word bursting from me like a lifeline. Ghost appears immediately, his pace urgent as he rushes forward, overtaking me to take the lead. He reaches the door first but stops abruptly, his body tensing.“We’re going back, Prince. Stay in touch, let me know you’re okay, but I will stay away,” he says quietly, his tone devoid of the intensity I’d expected. His words land heavily, and before I can respond, he starts climbing the stairs, his movements brisk but mechanical. At the top, he shoves a hatch open, flooding the space with blinding light. I groan, shielding my eyes as the brightness stings and distorts my vision.Ghost climbs out first, pausing at the top to extend his hand toward me. I stand at the bottom, my eyes flickering back to the rooms behind me. A hesitation grips me, rooting me in place.“Prince, c
Prince POVTime seems to stretch and warp in this place. Ghost and I have tried to piece together how long we’ve been here, basing it on the number of times we’ve slept or when they bring food, but it’s impossible to be sure. Ghost thinks we’ve been here two weeks, while I feel like it’s been just a week. Then again, with everything going on, I can’t seem to focus long enough to figure it out. My mind won’t let me. I’m too wound up, too mentally wrecked to think straight.Meanwhile, Ghost is grinning like a damn cat who got the cream as he places his cards down, triumphant once again. I groan loudly. I’ve lost, again! There’s no way he’s not cheating. I mean, come on—how the hell is he winning this much? It defies all logic.At one point, I was so sure he was hiding cards somewhere that I actually told him to strip down so I could check. He kept his hands firmly in front of him the entire time and, of course, there was nothing. Still, I’m not entirely convinced. There has to be someth
Ghost POV“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice raw. “Prince, I—”“Say it,” he demands, his tone razor-sharp, each word punctuated by another relentless thrust. “Say you were wrong.”I bite down hard on my lip, torn apart by conflicting emotions—my pride and my desperate, aching need for release. “I—I was wrong,” I finally choke out, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat and the sound of skin against skin.Prince’s hips falter, his movements growing erratic, and with a guttural groan, he spills inside me. His hand tightens around my cock, and the combination of sensations sends me careening over the edge. My vision blurs as I shudder violently, waves of pleasure crashing through me and leaving me breathless.We collapse together, tangled on the cold floor, our bodies heaving with exhaustion. For a long, drawn-out moment, neither of us speaks. The weight of what just happened settles over us like a suffocating blanket, impossible to ignore or push away.Finally, Prince rolls of
Ghost POVAnd then he moves. With a guttural growl of frustration, he surges up, closing the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine with a force that leaves me reeling.The kiss is violent, desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue and pent-up emotion. It’s every argument we’ve never finished, every touch we’ve denied ourselves, every unsaid word spilling out in a chaotic, messy, passionate clash.I kiss him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of frustration and longing and anger into it, and for the first time, it feels like we’re finally saying everything we’ve never been able to put into words.When we break apart, our breaths come in harsh gasps, mingling in the charged space between us. Prince’s eyes bore into mine, wide with a mix of shock and something dangerously close to desire. His lips are swollen, the evidence of our clash still fresh, and for a fleeting moment, he looks torn—caught between running and diving deeper.“This changes nothing,” he whispers, b
Ghost POVI didn’t sleep. Every moment replayed in my head, over and over—how the wedding got pushed forward, how wrong it all felt, and then Prince’s bombshell admission that he’s been in charge all along.That shit hit me like a brick. I didn’t see it coming, and it unraveled everything. Because it means all this time, Prince made moves without a second thought about me. He didn’t think about how I’d feel, didn’t consider the fallout. He just did it.And then he couldn’t even say he’d stand up to his father if it came down to my life. He couldn’t promise he’d say no if ordered to kill me. I’ve been so focused on wanting him, on trying to win him, that I didn’t stop to see how little he actually cares.This wasn’t always like this. We weren’t always enemies, always fighting. We were close once—close enough that I thought, deep down, he still held some care for me. But now I see it. He doesn’t. He never cared enough to stop his father from killing me. He wouldn’t hesitate to do it him
Prince POV“Your silence just confirms it,” Ghost says, his voice low and bitter. He downs the drink in one swallow, his back turned to me now.I don’t know what to say. I can’t go back and change what happened to Marcello. I can’t undo what I’ve done. All I know is that I didn’t want my father to think I was weak, didn’t want him to think I was soft on Ghost. And now? Now I’ve destroyed the one thing I wanted to keep intact.The door opens, and neither of us moves. Ghost glares at his glass, and I stare at him, waiting. This tension, this unspoken storm between us, was inevitable. At least it’s happening now and not hanging over us later.“Figured you could do with something to pass the time between giving us videos,” the man sneers from the doorway, his voice grating and smug. He lingers in the doorway, watching us like we’re his entertainment.I don’t turn to face him; I’m too focused on Ghost, silently willing him to speak. Say something. Anything.“You two seem busy, just don’t f
Prince POV“Why are you keeping it hidden?” Ghost asks suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence. He’s staring at me, his expression a mixture of hurt and betrayal.“My father said not to announce it until I was married,” I say quietly, unable to meet his gaze. “Everyone we work with knows to keep it quiet. It gives us the edge. Your family thinks my father is still calling the shots, that I have no power. It means you didn’t suspect me. It means you didn’t realize how much I was actually doing.”His face twists with anger and something deeper—something closer to heartbreak. I don’t blame him. Then again, we were rivals. Why would I have told him the truth?“That meeting with my father,” Ghost says, his voice clipped. “The marriage to Josie. Was that you too?”I shake my head quickly. “No. I had no knowledge of that. We agreed my father would deal with yours to keep up appearances, to sell the act. I never knew about the marriage to Josie. I was just as shocked as you.”His expr
Prince POVWhen I wake, I’m still wrapped around Ghost. For a moment, I don’t move, don’t even open my eyes. I let myself just be. Somehow, everything feels... right. There’s a strange sense of normalcy in this, even though it’s far from normal.“Why was the marriage pulled forward?” Ghost’s voice cuts through the stillness, his tone sharp. I groan inwardly. So much for pretending, for escaping into the quiet.“Prince?” he prompts again, more insistent this time.Reluctantly, I open my eyes and find him staring at me. He looks like he hasn’t slept, his expression hard and unrelenting.“I’ve been going over it all night,” he says, his voice tight with frustration. “Over and over. There was no reason for it to be pushed forward. So, what am I missing?”Sighing, I sit up and move to grab a coffee from the side. Anything to delay the inevitable conversation.“Prince?” His voice sharpens.“Because I’m taking over!” I snap, turning to face him. The words tumble out before I can stop them. “