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Word Count: 750 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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and gun oil. It was 4:00 AM. The Queens distillery was a cavernous beast of brick and ir

spattered leather book onto the heavy oak desk. Julia

cles. "Taken off Kirkland's Underboss before he took his last breath. It contains

hing mine. The contact was brief, but elec

We blind him. We deafen him. We blee

dark eyes locked onto mine. "You have ope

know I had planned for this ledger all along; my mentor, The Professor, had ensured I knew exactly which pocket the U

didn't walk away immediately. Leaning against the cold

ct sound of paper tearing. "A dock union boss," Julian ordered. "Verify him befor

burning pleasantly down my throat. A

ntation floor, occupied by the remnants of the Valenzuela family. My family's loyalists

with surprising strength. It was an old Soldier, hi

-year-old face. "You survived when the Don fell. You bring

heir savior, but as a harbinger of death. Derek stepped forward, his massi

Derek," I com

fer comfort. I slowly scanned the room, memorizing his face, and the faces of every man who muttered in agreement. A slow, chilling

g the East River. The sky was bleeding into a bruised purple. The exhausti

York. I had asked The Professor for Julian Morgan's psychological profile. He

ur own eyes?"* the old man had asked, his

had replied, fueled

learn how to play the King. I could feel the weight of a gaze on my back. I didn't need to turn around to know Julian was standin

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“My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally-Julian Morgan-secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."”