Semua Bab Beneath The Mask: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Prince POVWhen I went to the club last night, it was just to kill time. I didn’t expect to find Ghost there, bleeding. I knew he was after the people who kidnapped us, that he wouldn’t stop until they were dead. I’m glad—those videos should never exist, never be used against us.“Hey,” Lucy’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. I glance up as she steps into the room. “I still can’t believe you’re marrying Ghost,” she whispers.I chuckle, shaking my head. “If you had told me a few months ago, I would have called you insane.”She laughs with me, sinking onto the couch. I move to sit beside her, watching the way she fidgets with the hem of her sleeve. There’s something on her mind, but she hesitates before speaking.“You know,” she says finally, her voice softer now, “I think you should be grateful.”My brows furrow. “For what?”“For being kidnapped.” She looks at me, searching my expression. “I know it was fucked up, but in the end, it brought you here, didn’t it? You’re happy.”Happy. Th

Ghost POVI watch him walk away.I stand here, completely frozen, as he puts one foot in front of the other and disappears through that fucking door. My body won’t move. My brain won’t function. I should be running after him, grabbing him, begging him to listen, but I don’t.Because I have no fucking idea how to fix this.The low murmur of voices filters in around me, distant, meaningless noise. My eyes stay glued to the door, as if staring at it long enough will somehow bring him back. But he doesn’t come back.I lost him.I thought I had buried this, that it was handled. How the fuck did Max get the video? The messages? How did it all unravel like this?Pain explodes across my cheek before I even realize Josie is standing in front of me. My head snaps to the side, the sting grounding me for half a second. She’s breathing hard, eyes burning with fury.I fucking deserved that. I deserved worse. Prince should have hit me. He almost did, but he stopped himself. His fist had been raised,

Prince POVSleep never fucking came last night. Every time I closed my eyes, the video played again, looping like some sadistic nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Every word, every movement, every desperate attempt Ghost made to call it off too fucking late—it all drilled into my skull until it felt like I was suffocating under it.I never even considered it was him. Not for a fucking second.The kidnapping? Maybe. I could have figured out a way past that, justified it somehow, but this? Paying them to force me into that situation, to make sure I fucked him? That’s not something you can explain away. That’s not something I can ever fucking forgive.The weight of my gun holster presses into my shoulders as I slide the weapons in place, throwing on my jacket. The walls are closing in, the silence of my room stretching until it feels unbearable. I can’t sit here. I can’t just exist in this space, letting the rage eat me alive.Things need to be sorted. The connection between the De Luca’

Ghost POVMy father’s anger is palpable, radiating off him in waves. His voice is sharp, controlled, but barely. He’s holding back, only because I asked him to. Prince is tearing through everything we built, severing ties, cutting us off, and my father is losing patience.“This needs to end,” he snaps, his glare cutting into me. “I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t happening. He’s fucking us over, Ghost.” His voice rises, echoing through the room.I nod, knowing he’s right, but I can’t let him handle this the way he wants to. “I’ll sort it, but I need him to talk to me first. If I go in swinging, he’ll just push back harder,” I say, my tone firm.His jaw clenches, but he nods. “What about Max?”The mention of him makes my stomach twist. I shrug. “Sal went to bed, had a nap, and was back at it this morning, but Max isn’t breaking. He’s still holding out.” And I hate it. If he won’t talk, then I don’t know who else has seen those fucking videos. If anyone else has copies, they could

Prince POVA thick, suffocating weight presses down on me, trapping me in the depths of unconsciousness. The darkness clings to me, heavy and inescapable, dragging me further under every time I try to claw my way back up. For a while, there’s nothing—no pain, no thought, just an empty void where I cease to exist. But then, something changes.Distantly, a voice breaks through the fog. Familiar, rough with worry, the sound stirs something deep inside me. Ghost. His voice reaches me in fragmented echoes, muffled and distorted like he’s speaking through water. The words don’t make sense at first, but there’s urgency, desperation woven into each one. My mind struggles to piece it together, to remember why he sounds like that. Then, a sharp sting jolts through my cheek. Another. It’s not enough to bring me back, but I feel it, cutting through the haze like a flicker of light in the darkness.Something warm cradles the back of my neck, grounding me even though my body feels like dead weight.