Five years had passed since that fateful night when Victor Reis had lost everything. Now, he sat by the window of his Italian villa, gazing out at the Mediterranean Sea. The same villa where he had woken up bleeding and broken, with nothing but rage and vengeance to keep him alive. The setting sun cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the scars—both visible and hidden—that he carried.
"Five years," he murmured to himself. "Five years of building, of planning, of becoming someone else." In those years, Victor had transformed himself into an almost mythical figure in the criminal underworld. The Ghost, they called him. A name whispered in fear across Europe and beyond. No one knew his face; no one knew his real name. Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them. His thoughts turned to the Conti family, one of the first to fall to his new persona, the only ones who had known when he arrived in italy. They had been arrogant, thinking themselves untouchable in their little fiefdom. It had taken him just three days to dismantle their entire operation. Not through brute force, but through fear and precision. One by one, their lieutenants had vanished, only to reappear days later with tales of a shadow that spoke with Victor's voice. By the time he was done, the once-mighty Contis were begging for mercy. Maria's soft footsteps interrupted his dark reminiscence. She approached with a steaming cup of coffee, her eyes meeting his with that same complicated look she always carried when they were alone. "You're lost in thought again," she said, handing him the cup. Victor accepted it, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary. "Just remembering where we started." Maria smiled faintly. "In this very room. You were half-dead, Or so Jordan said." He studied her face, remembering the woman he had saved from Contis men. Now she stood before him, confident and capable, his right hand in all things. Maria had promised herself she wouldn't fall for him—she had told him so one drunken night—but her eyes betrayed what her words would not. Yet Victor kept his heart locked away, frozen since Selena's betrayal. From the adjoining room came Jordan's loud curse. "Son of a bitch! How do you keep doing that?" Gerald's soft chuckle followed as he made fun of the younger man. "It's called strategy, Jordan. You should try it sometime." Victor's lips quirked in a rare, slight smile. Some things never changed. Maria rolled her eyes. "Children, both of them," she muttered. "Jordan! Stop losing all your money and come play with someone at your skill level." "Like who? You?" Jordan called back. "No thanks. I value my wallet." Victor set down his coffee cup with a decisive click. "Enough games," he said, his voice carrying easily to the next room. "It's time." Silence fell immediately. Jordan and Gerald appeared in the doorway, all traces of humor gone from their faces. "Tomorrow, we return to America," Victor continued. "To New York." The weight of his words settled over the room like a physical presence. For Jordan, it meant the chance to prove himself anew. For Gerald, it was a return to a life he thought he'd left behind. For Maria, it was stepping into unknown territory, following Victor into the heart of his old kingdom. A sharp knock came at the door, and one of Victor's men entered after a brief pause. "Sir, the private jet is ready. All preparations have been made as you requested." Victor nodded. "Thank you, Alvarez. We'll be down shortly." As the man left, Victor turned to Gerald. "Is everything in place on the other side?" Gerald nodded, his expression grave. "Yes. I've secured the property in New York—the one we discussed. It's been prepared for months under a shell company. The location is perfect—close enough to keep an eye on your old territories, but not so close as to raise suspicions." "And our resources?" Victor asked. "All in place. Money, weapons, personnel—we're ready." Victor rose from his seat, straightening the cuffs of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit. The fabric whispered of wealth and power as he moved. His dark hair was longer now, swept back from his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He looked every bit the dangerous man he had become. "Then it's time we showed Xavier what happens when you leave your enemy alive," Victor said, his voice cold with promise. Jordan grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "About damn time." Maria watched Victor carefully. "Do you think Xavier suspects you're alive?" Victor shook his head. "No. He believes he won. That's his weakness—he's grown comfortable in my throne." Gerald gathered his tablet and phone. "We should go. The longer we stay, the more chance there is of word getting out." They moved through the villa, a sleek, dangerous unit forged in the fires of betrayal and ambition. Each step brought them closer to America, to the war that awaited them. As they reached the door, Victor paused, looking back at the villa that had been both his prison and his fortress for five long years. "When we return here," he said quietly, "it will be to celebrate, not to hide." Maria stepped beside him, her hand briefly touching his arm. "We'll make them all pay, Victor. Every last one." He met her gaze, seeing the unwavering loyalty there. "Yes," he agreed. "We will." They walked out into the gathering darkness, leaving behind the safety of their Italian sanctuary. Ahead lay America, Xavier, and Selena—all the pieces of Victor's past that had betrayed him. But this time, he wouldn't be walking in as Victor Reis. He would be returning as The Ghost—and ghosts, as Xavier would soon learn, could not be killed twice.The private jet landed smoothly on American soil as night approached New York City. Inside the cabin, Jordan couldn't contain his excitement, letting loose a string of curses that made Maria wince. "Holy fucking shit, we're finally here! Look at that goddamn skyline—it's beautiful as fuck!" Maria shot him a withering look. "Jordan, I swear to God, if you don't stop cursing for five minutes..." "What? I'm just expressing my fucking joy here!" He grinned, completely unrepentant. At his tablet, Gerald didn't even bother looking up. He was used to Jordan's antics, He sat calmly with his fingers flying across the screen as he coordinated their arrival details. "If you two could keep it down, I'm trying to work here." "Always the serious one," Jordan muttered, but his attention was already caught by something else outside the window. "Damn, look at those cars waiting for us!""Stop acting like you haven't ridden such before." Maria said a small smile creeping on her face.------
Two Days Later Victor stood motionless before the mirror in his new villa, studying his reflection. Gone was his usual pristine suit, replaced by dark casual clothes that helped him blend into shadows. A black cap sat low over his eyes, partially concealing the face that had become a legend in the criminal underworld. His check his wristwatch, 8:15 PM. It was time. From downstairs, the familiar sound of Jordan and Maria's bickering echoed through the halls. "I'm telling you, that's not how you play poker!" Jordan's voice carried up to him. "You can't just change the rules because you're losing!" "I'm not changing anything," Maria shot back, irritation creeping in her voice. "You're just mad because I keep taking your money." "Bullshit! I'm mad because you're cheating!" "It's called strategy, Jordan. Maybe try using your brain instead of just cursing all the time?" Their playful argument died instantly when Victor appeared in the doorway. Something about his presence to
"Fucking hell!" The crystal glass exploded against the wall of Xavier's office, sending shards raining down like diamonds. His men flinched, their eyes fixed on the floor, but Selena remained perfectly still. Experience had taught her that stillness was safer than showing fear wherever Xavier was concerned. "Three fucking million dollars." Xavier's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Three million dollars worth of product, burned to ash, and these idiots think I did it?" His laughter held no warmth. "The Moretti family thinks I'd destroy my own shipment?" One of his newer men, young and foolish enough to still have courage, cleared his throat. "Sir, they're saying—" "I know what they're saying!" Xavier's fist crashed into his mahogany desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot through the office. "Find out who did this. Find out who dares to cross me. Or I'll fucking find new men who can." The threat hung heavy in the air. His men shifted nervously, except for the two guards who ne
Victor relished the look of shock and fear on Selena's face. She was right to be scared. He was back. But hearing his name on her lips again after all these years lit something inside him that he immediately pushed down. No. He was here for business, not feelings. He stared at her for a long moment, watching as she physically blanched from his gaze. There was terror in her face, but something about it felt off to him—like her fear wasn't directed at him but at something else. "Why?" The single word dropped from his lips, barely audible above the thumping music. Despite the noise surrounding them in the club, he knew she heard him. He watched different emotions play across her face—guilt, sadness, fear, and something else he couldn't quite name. Selena's lips parted, trembling slightly. "Victor, I—" "Don't." His voice was sharp as a blade. "Don't you dare make excuses." She shook her head, eyes desperate. "You don't understand. There are things you don't know—" "What's there to un
Victor stalked Joshua through the crowd, momentarily forgetting about Selena and their confrontation. His mind was consumed by one thing only: revenge. The pulsing music became white noise as he weaved between dancing bodies, never losing sight of his target. Joshua was getting more brazen by the minute, clearly enjoying the attention of the women surrounding him. Victor watched with disgust as Joshua slipped one hand beneath the tight dress of the blonde, kneading her breast while she moaned against his ear. The other two girls glared with obvious jealousy. "What about us?" pouted the brunette, pressing herself closer. Joshua chuckled, his eyes glazed with alcohol and lust. "Plenty to go around, baby." He slid his other hand into the panties of the second woman, making her gasp and arch against him. "Right there," she whispered, grinding against his fingers. "Don't stop." The third woman, not wanting to be outdone, positioned herself directly in front of him. She blocked the vie
Hours had passed since Victor's assault at the club. The digital clock on Xavier's desk blinked 11:55 PM, its red glow casting eerie shadows across his office. Xavier had just returned from his meeting with the Moretti family—a crucial alliance he'd been nurturing for months which was shaken by the attack on his drug shipments—only to be greeted with news of Joshua's attack. His pristine suit jacket lay discarded on the leather couch, his tie loosened, and several buttons of his shirt undone. Selena stood at the far end of the room, her back pressed against the wall. Her red dress from the club was wrinkled now, mascara smudged beneath her eyes. She hadn't been allowed to change. Xavier had summoned her immediately upon his return, his voice cold with barely contained fury when he called. "You had ONE fucking job!" Xavier roared, pacing like a caged animal. The office that usually screamed power and luxury now felt like an execution chamber for her. "You were supposed to watch over
Selena moved from her position against the wall, her legs stiff from standing so long in one place. She knelt down, reaching for the small plastic ghost that had skidded beneath a chair. Her fingers closed around it, and she examined it briefly. The ghost was white with hollow eyes and a gaping mouth—a child's toy, perhaps, but in this context, it seemed to mock them all. She almost smirked. It screamed Victor in every way—his signature, his message. The Ghost had returned. But she quickly schooled her features back to neutrality before rising and placing the toy in Xavier's outstretched, bloodied hand. Xavier studied it intently, turning it over between his fingers. "Who the fuck is this from?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Who's my new enemy?" His brow furrowed in concentration as he stood up from the soldier's bloodied form. The young guard slowly pulled himself to his knees, blood dripping steadily from his nose, one eye already swelling shut. "Joshua's in the
Three hours earlier Victor's motorcycle roared through the empty streets as he sped away from the club. His hands gripped the handles so tight they hurt, but the pain felt good. It kept him focused, kept him from thinking too much about what he'd just done to Joshua. "Bastard deserved worse," he muttered into his helmet, the wind whipping his words away. The streets blurred past him, but his mind wasn't on the road. It kept drifting back to the club, to Selena's face when she'd seen him. The shock in her eyes. The fear. But there was something else there too, something that nagged at him. "Stop it," he growled to himself. "She betrayed you. She watched them shoot you. She doesn't deserve your thoughts." But his mind had a will of its own tonight. A memory surfaced, unwanted and sharp. Selena, five years ago, telling him she needed to go away for a while. "Just a year," she'd said, her eyes not quite meeting his. "I need to handle some family business." "A whole year?" he
One Year Later "The shipment arrives tomorrow," Selena announced, closing her laptop. The leadership meeting had gone smoothly - far smoother than when she'd first joined. Victor nodded from the head of the table. "Any concerns?" "None. Our new route is secure." Selena's efficiency had transformed their operation. Profits were up forty percent, and losses were down to almost nothing. After the meeting, they walked together through the warehouse. Workers nodded respectfully - not just to Victor now, but to Selena too. "Remember when half of them wanted you gone?" Victor asked quietly. Selena smiled. "Now they know better." It wasn't just their operation that had grown. Their reputation had spread. Three smaller cartels had sought protection under their banner. Two rivals had proposed alliances. That night at dinner, Jordan reported that the Fuentes cartel - once their biggest competition - wanted to meet. "They're scared," Jordan said with a grin. "Their boss actually said he'd
Maria caught the bouquet with a look of pure horror on her face. Jordan howled with laughter from where he stood with the other men. "It's a sign, baby!" he called out, his voice carrying across the garden. "The universe is saying we're next!" Maria's cheeks flamed red. "Shut your mouth, Jordan!" Later, as the dancing continued, Jordan cornered Maria by the champagne fountain. His tie was loose, and his grin was wide. "So I've been thinking," he started. Maria groaned. "That's never good." "We could do Vegas. Quick and dirty." He waggled his eyebrows. "I want our first time to be epic." "Jordan!" Maria hissed, checking if anyone heard. "No? Okay, how about underwater? I know a guy with a submarine." Maria stared at him. "Are you drunk?" "On love, baby." Jordan laughed, then dodged the punch she threw at his arm. "Okay, okay. How about a ceremony on motorcycles? We say our vows while doing wheelies." "I will stab you," Maria said sweetly. "In your sleep." Jordan leaned close
The garden sparkled under the afternoon sun. White roses and black lilies lined the aisle - a perfect blend of light and darkness, just like their love story.Victor stood at the altar, his heart beating faster than it had during any gunfight despite it being his second wedding. Jordan stood beside him as best man, fidgeting with his tie and muttering curses under his breath."Stop moving," Victor hissed. "You're making me nervous."Jordan smirked. "You? Nervous? The great Victor Reis?""Shut up."The music changed, and Miguel appeared at the end of the aisle. His little face serious with responsibility as he carried the rings on a black velvet pillow. The guests smiled as he walked carefully, concentrating on not dropping his precious cargo.Then everyone stood. And Victor forgot how to breathe.Selena appeared in a black dress that hugged her curves before flowing out like smoke around her feet. Not white - never white. White was for innocence they'd lost long ago. Black was honest.
The warehouse was cold and dimly lit. Victor stood at the head of the long table, Selena at his side. Around them sat the twelve lieutenants who controlled different aspects of the business, even when Xavier took over.All men. All watching Selena with expressions ranging from curiosity to open hostility."Gentlemen," Victor said, his voice carrying in the cavernous space. "I've called you here to introduce the newest member of our leadership." He placed his hand on the small of Selena's back. "My fiancée, Selena Vasquez."Murmurs rippled around the table. One man—Ramirez, one of the older lieutenants—scoffed audibly."With all due respect, boss," Ramirez said, his tone suggesting no respect at all, "what does she know about our business?"Victor's expression hardened, but before he could speak, Selena stepped forward."I was Xavier's prisoner for five years," she said calmly. "I know every connection he had. Every supplier. Every corrupt official on his payroll." Her eyes locked with
Miguel's eyes were wide as dinner plates when Victor told him the news."Mom's staying? Forever?" The boy could barely stay in his chair, bouncing with excitement.Victor's heart felt too big for his chest. "If that's okay with you.""Yes! Yes! Yes!" Miguel punched the air with each word, then froze suddenly. "Does this mean you and Mom are getting married?""It does." Victor ruffled his son's hair. "How do you feel about that?"Instead of answering, Miguel bolted from the room, returning moments later with a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out carefully before handing it to Victor.It was a drawing, clearly made weeks ago. Three stick figures stood hand in hand in front of a house: a tall one labeled "Dad," a smaller one labeled "Me," and a medium one labeled "Mom.""I drew this before," Miguel said softly. "When I wished really hard."Victor swallowed the lump in his throat. "Looks like your wish came true, kiddo."That evening, they had dinner together—their first real fami
Three days after the bus station, Victor drove Selena up the winding road to the cliffs. Neither spoke much during the drive. The radio played softly between them, filling the silence with old songs they both remembered.Selena stared out the window, watching the city fall away beneath them. "I remember this road," she said quietly.Victor's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I hoped you would."The overlook hadn't changed. The same weathered wooden bench still faced the ocean. The same wind still carried the scent of salt water. It was here, ten years ago, where they'd first admitted they loved each other.Victor parked the car and came around to open her door. The gesture felt both familiar and strange—a habit from their past life together.They walked to the bench, keeping a careful distance between them. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink."Miguel asked about you this morning," Victor said, breaking the silence. "Wanted to know if you liked the
Without thinking, he slammed his fist against the side of the bus, the sound echoing through the station."Selena Vasquez!" he shouted. "I know you can hear me!"Heads turned. People stared. Security guards started moving his way.Victor didn't care. "Five years, Selena! Five years I've been an idiot! Don't make me waste another day!"He saw her freeze halfway down the aisle of the bus."Sir," a security guard approached him, hand on his radio. "I'm going to need you to calm down."Victor ignored him, eyes locked on Selena through the window. "I know everything now! I know what you did for Miguel! What you did for me!"You spared me the pain of losing a son, even though it was at the expense of my life.Selena turned slowly, her face visible through the window. Their eyes met."I read the letters!" Victor continued, his voice cracking. "Every single one! I know you never stopped loving me, even after everything you did."More security guards were approaching. Passengers had stopped to
Victor hadn't slept in two days. Dark circles rimmed his eyes as he paced the floor of his command center."Tell me again," he demanded, voice rough from too much coffee and not enough rest.Gerald pointed to the map spread across the table. Red pins marked locations across the city."She's been moving carefully. One motel to the next." Gerald tapped the pins in sequence. "Never stays more than one night. Pays cash. Uses different names."Victor leaned closer, studying the pattern. "She's zigzagging.""Smart move," Gerald admitted. "Makes her harder to track.""But there's a pattern." Victor traced the route with his finger. "She's working her way toward the coast. Small steps, but always moving in the same general direction."Maria, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "She's planning to leave the country."Victor's jaw tightened. "She thinks she needs to run that far?""Not just that," Gerald said softly. "Think about it. Xavier had connections everywhere. She knows some o
Victor barely slept that night. By morning, his mind was made up. He would find Selena and bring her home, whatever it took."Gerald," Victor called, stepping into his office where his right-hand man was already working. "I need everything we have on Xavier and Selena. Every file, every report."Gerald raised an eyebrow but didn't question him. "Give me an hour."True to his word, Gerald returned with several boxes of files. "This is everything, boss."Victor dove into the papers like a man possessed. Hours passed as he pieced together the fragments of Selena's life with Xavier. What he found made him sick to his stomach.Medical records. So many medical records."Three broken ribs... facial contusions... fractured wrist," Victor read aloud, his voice growing hoarser with each injury. These weren't from one incident but spread across years. Each time with the same excuse—"Fell down stairs" or "Kitchen accident."And the dates. Victor noticed a pattern. The worst injuries came shortly