Everyone's got a price. I just make sure they pay it—one way or another. Politicians, rebels, witnesses... they all bleed the same when the mask slips. Her father thought he could expose us. He didn’t last long. Neither did her mother. But her? Y/N was unexpected. A ghost I didn’t finish burying. Now she shows up in my dreams, eyes full of fire, face dripping with grief I gave her. I should erase her—wipe the board clean. But I keep watching. Keep listening. Maybe I want her to hate me. Mayb
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