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Trying To Find A Way
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Beneath The Mask Trying To Get Answers
Ghost POV He’s right again. A power wedding is forced, arranged to strengthen alliances and project dominance. A blood wedding is different—it’s done to end bloodshed, a final act to tie two families together and ensure peace. Without war, it’s meaningless.“Think about yourself, Ghost,” my father says, his voice softening slightly. “Is Prince worth dying for? Because I guarantee, if Giovanni finds out the truth, he’s coming for you—not Prince. Prince has already taken over. It’ll take a lot for Giovanni to convince his men to let him hurt his own son. But you? You have no protection.”His words cut deep, but I already know the answer to his question. Is Prince worth dying for? Every part of me screams yes. This entire fucked-up war—everything I’ve done—has been about getting to him. About protecting him.“I’ll just have to make sure Giovanni doesn’t find out,” I say quietly, my voice firm with resolve.My father groans, rubbing his temples. “Just like your fucking mother,” he mutter
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Prince POVThe heavy oak door creaks shut behind me, sealing off the outside world. The air inside is thick, weighted with the kind of silence that only my father’s presence can bring. He’s standing there, waiting, like he always is, his face unreadable but his eyes sharp, cutting through me. In his hand, he’s holding out the phone—my phone—like it’s some kind of offering or maybe a test.“Piero’s called multiple times,” he says, his voice low but firm, the kind of tone that doesn’t leave room for excuses. “He’s rearranged your meetings. Next time, take the damn phone.”I don’t reach for it right away. I can’t. That phone is a leash, a tracker, a way for him to keep tabs on me. If he knew I’d been at Ghost’s, there’d be hell to pay. But I don’t have a choice, not really. Not when he’s looking at me like that. I take it, my fingers brushing against the cold metal, and hit Piero’s number.“Boss,” Piero’s voice comes through, steady and familiar.“I’m back,” I say, cutting straight to th
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Beneath The Mask His Request
Prince POVI look at him and wait.“To call a truce,” he begins, pacing slowly as he speaks. “My brother’s actions were reckless. You see, we did not know it was your items on that dock. We assumed it was Moretti’s. After all, it is their dock.”I nod once but don’t respond. I let him talk, let him say everything he needs to. While he does, I dissect his every word, weighing each one, watching his body language, searching for the play he’s making. Filipe isn’t the type to waste words or hold back what’s on his mind, which is both an asset and a flaw.“We have an arrangement with you, Prince,” he continues, his tone shifting to something more conciliatory. “The De Luca family offered us a patch, and we took it. So why would we risk that by stealing your shipment?”He sets his glass down on the small table beside him with a deliberate clink, glancing at me as though waiting for some kind of response. I give him nothing. I sit back slightly, twirling the blade of my knife between my fing
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Beneath The Mask His Jealousy
Ghost POVI’m not getting much out of Max. Not at all. I thought the alcohol might loosen his tongue, but all it’s done is make him more obnoxious. He leans over the desk, smirking like he’s enjoying wasting my time.“What did Justin have that helps you?” I ask again, my tone sharp with irritation.Max tilts his head, that same smug grin plastered across his face. “We have a mutual enemy,” he says, the words slow and deliberate, as if they’re some great revelation.That’s all he’s been telling me. No specifics, no names—just this vague, cryptic bullshit. My patience is running dangerously thin, and I’m starting to think I’ve wasted my best liquor on this idiot.“You’ve said that,” I snap, my voice colder now. “But who?”Instead of answering, Max groans dramatically, like I’m inconveniencing him. Then, with zero shame, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it onto the desk like it’s part of some grand performance. “How about we have some fun,” he purrs, winking as his hands move to unfasten
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Ghost POVHis steps are heavy and purposeful, each one slamming into the pavement as he gets closer to his estate. My patience snaps. “You do realize I’m still following, right?” I call out. “I’ll walk right through the front door and show everyone if I have to, but I’m not leaving until you let me fucking explain.”His body stiffens, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged breaths. He’s shaking with rage, his whole frame taut like he’s barely holding himself together. And I’m still fucking lost. I don’t know what the Calino crew told him, or why he’s this pissed off, but I’m damn well not leaving until I get answers.“Go home, Ghost. I’ll deal with your father, as I’m sure he’d love to know what you’ve been up to,” Prince snaps, his words cutting like glass as he strides away.Sighing, I rush to catch up to him, my patience wearing thin. “I’m not leaving until this is sorted. So, you’ve got a choice. I follow you through the front door where everyone sees, or you stop this stubb
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Prince POVI want to argue that I wasn’t jealous, that my anger and rage tonight had nothing to do with seeing Ghost with someone else, but it’s a lie. I flipped long before I knew who Max was. The second I saw him leaning over Ghost, shirt off, too close—it was like something inside me snapped.Now the room is quiet, the tension suffocating. I sit with a glass in hand, staring at the liquid swirling within, trying to avoid the conversation I know is coming. I can’t even process what happened back there. I don’t get jealous. I’ve never been the type. Hell, I told myself I could walk away from Ghost, ignore him, and watch as he moved on to other men. I swore it wouldn’t matter.That was a mistake.The jealousy clawed its way in before I even realized it, and now it’s settled deep in my chest. Even sitting here, knowing it was nothing, I can’t shake it. It’s not just about tonight—it’s the thought of Max getting there first, the thought of him having Ghost in ways I haven’t yet. And the
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Prince POVI lean back in my chair, taking a moment to steady myself before speaking. “Felipe didn’t just stop at bargaining for land or docks. He threatened my family—my mother, my sister. He said he’d kill one of them if I didn’t give him what he wanted.”Ghost straightens in his seat, his usual smirk gone. His expression hardens as he stares at me, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “He said that?” His voice is low, almost dangerous.I nod, my jaw tightening as I recall the conversation. “He made it clear. He wants land, and he’s not going to stop until he gets it. Said he’d retaliate if I didn’t cooperate.”Ghost doesn’t speak right away, so I press on. “I didn’t bend. I told him I don’t respond to threats, that I’m not my father, and he won’t intimidate me. But Felipe isn’t the kind of man to let that slide. Within the next week, he’s going to react. He’s going to do something to try and force my hand.”I pause, glancing at Ghost to gauge his reaction. His jaw is tight, h
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Ghost POVI know exactly what Prince meant when he told me to leave. But since when do I ever follow orders? Especially his.It doesn’t take much for me to slip through the halls, moving like a shadow past the Capo, soldiers, and whoever else is lingering around the estate. If I weren’t so damn good at this, I’d probably be impressed by myself. But I am good at this. Always have been.By the time I make it to his room, I’m grinning. Not getting caught? That’s a fucking achievement with how heavily guarded this place is.Now, I wait.At least, that was the plan. But after thirty minutes, I’m bored out of my fucking mind. So I do what any sane, nosy bastard would do—I start looking through his stuff.Not because I expect to find anything groundbreaking. Just because I can.I start with the obvious places. His walk-in wardrobe is exactly what I expected—sharp suits, expensive shoes, neatly arranged shirts. Not a single thing out of place. No hidden stash of anything remotely interesting.
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Prince POVA week has passed since the meeting where the men accepted me as their boss. The tension that had been thick in the air that day has finally settled, and everything seems to be running smoothly. No one is openly challenging my authority anymore, and while there are still some lingering doubts in certain circles, no one dares to act on them. Not yet, at least.Ash has been on top of things, making sure operations are running like clockwork. The businesses are stable, the money is flowing, and the ports are secure. The men who had hesitated before have either fallen in line or disappeared quietly, knowing that their loyalty isn’t up for debate.I should feel accomplished. I should feel like I’ve won. But the truth is, I don’t feel much of anything.My mind is still scattered, still tangled in everything that’s happened. I haven’t touched alcohol since the poisoning, though the urge is there. Not because I need it to function, but because I need something to dull the thoughts
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Prince POVMind is useless as I scramble for an answer.“The arms dealer,” I continue, my voice flat. “He’s got direct supply lines to some of the best weapons in the country. Losing him doesn’t just mean weaker defenses, it means weaker offense. If a war starts and he’s not backing me, I’m going in blind while the other side is stocked.”Ghost nods again, like he already expected that answer.“Then the street boss,” I mutter, rubbing my forehead. “He manages all the foot soldiers. If he doesn’t pledge to me, I lose bodies. Numbers. Without him, I’ll have the higher-ups but no one left to actually enforce my rule.”I exhale, my fingers pressing against my temples. “And then there’s the club owner. He’s the one who controls the places where all these deals go down. The meetings, the payments, the contracts. If he refuses to align with me, I lose neutral ground. I lose the space to negotiate, to work things out before they turn bloody.”Ghost watches me, waiting for more, but my mind is
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Prince POVWaking up feels disorienting, my body lighter than before, but my mind sluggish, struggling to piece together how I even got here. The last thing I remember was leaning into Ghost, his warmth steady against mine. Did I really fall asleep on him? That doesn’t feel like something I’d let myself do, not after everything. Yet, here I am, lying in bed with no memory of moving.Sitting up, I drag a hand down my face, trying to shake off the remnants of exhaustion. My limbs feel less like dead weight, but there’s still a heaviness in my chest, an ache deep in my muscles that refuses to fade completely. The poison may be wearing off, but the effects still linger beneath my skin.I push the blankets back and move to the bathroom, needing something to ground me. The hot water pelts against my skin, steam curling around me as I let the shower rinse away the last dregs of weakness. By the time I step out and dress, the fog in my mind has lifted slightly, but the weight of everything st
