Victor woke up in a secluded villa, his body battered and weak from the near-fatal betrayal he endured. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of distant waves providing a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. As he attempted to sit up, a sharp pain coursed through his torso, reminding him of the bullet wounds that nearly claimed his life.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hand instinctively going to his bandaged chest. Even breathing hurt. The door creaked open, revealing Jordan Valdez. The man's face showed a mixture of relief and concern as he approached the bed. "He fucking lives," Jordan remarked, pulling a chair beside Victor's bed. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights spent watching over his boss. Victor's throat felt like sandpaper. "Where are we?" "Italy." Jordan replied, as he picked a glass cup from a table. "How long?" Victor rasped as he struggled to sit up. "Three weeks," Jordan replied, pouring a glass of water. "The doctors weren't sure you'd make it the first few days." Victor took the glass with shaking hands, the simple movement exhausting him. As he drank, memories flooded back—the ambush, the gunfire, Selena's face as she walked away with Xavier. "Why?" Victor asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jordan looked confused. "Why what, boss?" Victor's eyes, once sharp and commanding, now burned with a mix of pain and confusion. "Why did you risk everything for me? You could have joined them. Saved yourself, Why did you answer my call Jordan?" Jordan's face hardened. "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" A slight smile crossed Jordan's face. "My twenty-seventh birthday, three years ago. I was just another soldier in your ranks then." Victor frowned, struggling to recall. "You took me to that club in the Marina District," Jordan continued. "Said a man needed to celebrate properly." Recognition dawned in Victor's eyes, but before he could speak, Jordan chuckled. "It was the night you took my virginity boss." Victor's eyes widened in horror. Seeing his boss's expression, Jordan quickly clarified, "No, no, no, Gods no!—I mean, you paid for the night that I finally lost it. Best night of my life. Three beautiful women, all sisters, the finest champagne, and a boss who gave a damn about his men." Victor relaxed slightly. "That's why you saved me? For some hookers?" Jordan leaned forward, his voice low and serious. "I've served a lot of men in this business, Victor. Most would step over their dying mother for an extra dollar. But you? You cared. Anyone who treats their people like that deserves loyalty—real loyalty." Jordan began to recount the harrowing events that led to their escape: the ambush orchestrated by Xavier, the betrayal by Selena, and the massacre of their loyalists. His voice tightened as he described smuggling Victor out of the country. "We had ten minutes to get you out before Xavier's men came back to confirm you were dead," Jordan explained. "Rodriguez helped me get you to the service elevator." At the mention of Rodriguez, Victor's eyes sharpened. "Where is he?" Jordan's face fell, his gaze dropping to the floor. "He didn't make it, boss. Bled out in the car. His last words were, 'Make the bastards pay.'" Victor closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. Another name added to the list of debts that would be collected in blood. "We used your emergency protocols," Jordan continued. "The offshore accounts, the false identities. We were lucky to have Gerald's connections in Italy." Victor's eyes snapped open. "Gerald? He's here?" Jordan nodded. "He's been running interference, making sure Xavier thinks we're both dead. He's good, Victor. Very good." "We were lucky," Jordan concluded, his expression grave as he ran a hand through his hair. "But luck won't protect us for long. We need to rebuild, gather our strength, and plan our next move." Victor struggled to sit up fully, grimacing through the pain. "And Xavier? Selena?" Jordan's eyes hardened. "Xavier's taken over everything. Your territories, your businesses, even moved into your penthouse. As for Selena..." He hesitated. "Tell me," Victor demanded. "She's by his side. Playing the grieving lover in public, but word is she's running half your old operations now. They're a team, boss. And they think they've won." Left alone with his thoughts, Victor stood by the window, looking out at the Mediterranean Sea. The setting sun painted the water in shades of blood and fire, a fitting backdrop for the storm brewing within him. The faces of his fallen comrades flashed before him—Garcia, who had a daughter starting college; Martinez, whose wedding Victor had attended just last year; Rodriguez, who had saved his life at the cost of his own. And beneath it all, the sting of Selena's deceit cut deep, a wound more painful than any bullet. "Why did you do it?" he whispered to her ghost. "What did he offer you that I couldn't give?"Days later, when Victor could finally leave his sickbed without grimacing in pain, he stepped outside onto the terrace of the secluded villa. The Italian breeze carried the scent of cypress and distant sea, so different from the urban landscape he once ruled. His wounds had begun to heal, but the betrayal that caused them still burned fresh in his mind. Jordan joined him, leaning against the stone balustrade. "Another day in paradise," he remarked sarcastically. "Though I'd prefer if paradise didn't know we were here." Victor's eyes scanned the rolling hills that surrounded their hideaway. "Tell me about the local players," he commanded, his voice still carrying the authority that had once made men tremble. Jordan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's a patchwork. The Conti family controls most of the northern region – violent bastards with old-school methods. The Barese crew runs the ports. And there are at least three smaller families fighting over the rest." He hesit
Victor's expression remained impassive, but something dangerous flickered in his eyes. "This isn't your business, Reis," the man continued, tightening his grip on the woman's arm until she winced. "Walk away while you still can." "It is now," Victor replied, his voice soft but carrying an unmistakable threat. The woman seized the momentary distraction, driving her knee hard into her captor's groin. He doubled over with a curse, but didn't release her. Another enforcer backhanded her across the face, splitting her lip further. "Enough," Victor said, the single word carrying more menace than a shouted threat. The leader laughed. "You've forgotten your place, American. This isn't your city anymore. Here, you're nothing but a ghost. A rumor." A ghost. Victor liked that. Victor's response was not in words but in action. He moved with a speed that belied his recent injuries, closing the distance in two strides. His first strike shattered the nearest man's wrist, the bones brea
The streets were quiet as Victor, Jordan, and Maria made their way to the villa. It was an old estate, nothing flashy, but it was secure. Tucked away in the hills, it was the perfect place to lay low and regroup. Jordan led the way, cursing under his breath as he kicked open the heavy wooden door. “I still don’t know why we’re bringing her here,” he muttered, shaking his head as he stepped inside. He made a beeline for the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink before turning back to Victor. “I mean, shit, we just pissed off the Contis, and now we’ve got one of their people in our damn safehouse?” Maria smirked, tossing her bloodstained jacket onto the couch. “I’m not one of their people anymore.” Jordan scoffed. “Yeah? And how the fuck do we know that for sure?” Victor ignored them, rolling up his sleeves as he dropped onto the worn-out leather couch. His body still ached, but he wasn’t about to let that slow him down. “Did you set up the meeting?” he asked Jordan. Jordan
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 peop
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
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