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Another text came through, and I sighed before checking it.

Ringleader Ghost2704: Get it done. Now.

I opened the dark web and efficiently did their bidding. One click of a button. One simple line of code.

One life completely ruined.

These people weren’t just hackers. They controlled the world.

Nix: Done.

Ringleader Ghost2704: Good. Time to leave. You’ve been compromised.

I gaped at the screen, reading it over and over again in confusion. I quickly tapped back into Grace’s phone and watched, taking in her surroundings. She was on a plane. A plane?

I knew where she was going instantly. It was a gut feeling. She was headed tome.

Raw excitement bloomed within my chest. I could have choked on the elation.

But no. I couldn’t entertain the idea of seeing her again.

Guess it was time to leave.

I knew it was just a matter of time. Half of me wanted to cement my restless feet to the ground and wait for Grace to waltz through the door. But the other half knew better. These people were far deadlier than a simple crime boss. Their empires spanned the world. Their control was something even the darkest villains could only dream of.

And I was caught in their web, like a fly for spiders to feast on.

I never stayed in one place for too long, but they frequently sent me to Mexico. I wouldn't miss the apartment I wasn't allowed to leave. No, I'd miss the feeling of accessibility. I'd miss knowing I was somewhere that someone other than my enemies knew where I was.

I packed up my belongings swiftly and efficiently. Every tick of the clock just pissed me off. I could pretend not to know that they were only a couple of hours away. I could pretend like we could figure this all out and my life would miraculously go back to normal.

But it couldn't. I wouldn't.

I was tired of running away, but the alternative was death. The alternative was risking my best friend, the woman I loved, and the man I once adored.

So I packed. I gathered my belongings. I tossed my clothes in a trash bag and combed the small space I'd pretended was home for the last three months. After packing up my computer equipment and monitors, I stood in the living room, feeling lonelier than I'd felt in ages.

It would be better if I left without a trace and became the ghost my employers wanted me so desperately to be. But instead, I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen to write a note. It was the goodbye I was denied all those years ago.

I'm sorry. Please stop looking for me.

I love you.

I didn't include the last part. Love was just a tease. I knew it would make them look harder.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Chapter Four

Grace

I turned my phone off for the flight, not wanting to give my brother any access to me. My brother and I weren’t close. Like Alessandro, he kept me around out of guilt. He didn’t want a sister, he just wanted to right the wrongs of our neglectful father. He was a Moretti, and I was the bastard daughter of a stripper. I didn’t mind my past, it made me stronger.

When we landed, I kept my cell phone off just to prolong the inevitable. Unfortunately, Alessandro had my brother on the line the moment the plane landed on the tarmac.

“He wants to speak to you,” the cocky bastard said while holding out his smartphone. I stared at the screen for a moment before taking it from his palm. When I held it up to my ear, Alessandro started gathering our luggage.

“Hello,” I answered cautiously.

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