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Ghost POV I wake up on the cold, hard floor, my body aching as I groan and force myself upright. The room spins violently, and I have to steady myself with my hand against the ground. Blinking, I glance around, confusion giving way to panic as I realize—Prince isn’t here. He’s gone. The realization crashes into me like a freight train, and I’m on my feet, swaying slightly as my vision darkens for a moment. My chest tightens, and I stumble forward, scanning every corner of the room. “Where is he?” I shout, my voice echoing off the empty walls. My heart pounds as I move toward the cameras, staring into the lenses like they can answer me. “Where the fuck is he? What are you doing to him?” My fists slam against the door, the sharp impact reverberating through my arms. The silence is maddening. Hours stretch on, the only sound my breathing and the occasional thud of my fist against the door. They’ve taken him, and I have no idea where or why. The not knowing—that’s the worst part. It’s
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Ghost Pov I thought they’d give up when they realized I wasn’t going to break. But they haven’t. They’re relentless, and every second I hold out, they push him further into hell. “Fine!” I shout, my voice cracking as my fists slam into the wall. “I’ll agree. You win. Just stop!” The room is silent for a moment, then the speaker crackles to life. “We don’t let him out until you confirm—no more plans, no more schemes. You do as you’re told, when you’re told.” The words twist in my gut, but I have no choice. “Fine,” I grit out through clenched teeth. The word burns as it leaves my mouth. I don’t do what I’m told. Not ever. But for Prince, I’ll swallow my pride. “Face the wall,” the voice orders, cold and unfeeling. “If you so much as move when we open the door, he goes back in.” My jaw tightens as I nod, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. I turn and press my forehead against the wall, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bite into my palms. Time drags on, each second str
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