Chapter 56
Ghost don't die
Elijah’s POV
Three Months Ago
The air was thick with gun oil and hatred. Andrew De La Cruz stood at the opposite end of the warehouse, his signature black coat soaked in blood that wasn’t his. My letter to Mary, my warning, had lit a fire under his pride.
I had expected him to come.
“I should kill you right here,” Andrew growled, stepping forward. His men surrounded mine. The warehouse creaked with tension.
“You should,” I agreed. “But you won’t. Because you know you can’t.”
“Don’t test me, Elijah.”
I smirked. “Oh, but that’s what we do, isn’t it? Push each other. Break each other. Take what the other loves and watch it burn.”
He snapped. He lunged, fist crashing into my jaw. I staggered back, grinning through the pain.
“That hit felt personal,” I chuc
