"You think you own this city, Ethel?" the intruder choked out, his voice raspy and filled with venomous hatred. "The governor's inner circle has already signed your death warrant."
Rafael maintained his unyielding grip on the assassin's wrist, his expression remaining completely frozen in cold amusement.
The dark study was silent except for the heavy breathing of the pinned intruder struggling against the mahogany desk.
"The governor signs documents he believes will secure his power," Rafael stated softly, his baritone voice carrying absolute chilling authority.
"You are nothing more than a ghost crawling out of the slums," the assassin spat, blood dripping onto the polished wood.
"Ghosts are difficult to execute when they control the very banks that pay your salary," Rafael whi
