Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 630 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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he East River was bleeding into a pale, sickly gray. Down below, Athena moved among the cots. She wasn't of

he steps to my throne or a shortcut to my grave. I had wagered the last of the Morgan family's chips on the hope that she wasn't a

e black mourning dress she hadn't taken off since my father's funeral, a walking shadow of grief and iron

her voice devoid of warmth. "The

e behind, the tension in my jaw tightening. The moment my mother reached the floor, the murmu

co sei strisciata fuori?"* (Who is your master

l mio unico padrone è la vendetta, Signora Morgan. E sono strisciata fuori dallo stesso inferno che ha inghiottito suo

e. It was a silent war for dominance, and

strode in, bringing the sharp, salty stench of the docks with him

enough weight to shatter the tension. "On Kirkland's payroll

was real. The girl was real. I saw my mother pale out of the

an it up. Make it look

Boss," Leo nodded,

silver rosary. "Julian, you must be cautious. Ou

ute authority of a Don. "I appreciate your concern. But from now

back on her-a dangerous first-and walked across the floor to where Athena was leaning against a stack of burlap mal

r from my coat pocket and droppe

I told her. "We move b

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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."”