Ashley’s POV
Smoke filled my lungs, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. My ears rang from the explosion, my vision hazy. Caden’s voice was in the distance, but I couldn’t focus.
The man in the suit—our real enemy stood untouched, his cold eyes sweeping across the wreckage with amusement.
“Caden Frost.” His voice was calm, mocking. “The infamous ghost of the underworld.”
Caden stepped forward, gun aimed at the man’s skull. “And you are?”
A slow smile spread across the bastard’s face. “Call me Victor.”
My stomach twisted at the name.
Victor DeLuca.
The man who had been pulling the strings from the shadows. The man who wanted me dead not just because he hated me, but because my death would be the one thing that could bring Caden down.
“Smart girl.” His eyes flickered toward
