Chapter 1

To The Ghost In My Walls.

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Conner

“Boss, there’s another package for you.”

Liam’s voice is laced with amusement, that damn smirk of his already in place as he strides into my office, cradling a sleek black box wrapped in a blood-red ribbon like it’s a birthday gift. He sets it down on my desk with exaggerated care, and I don’t miss the way he lingers, hovering beside me, shifting from foot to toot like a kid waiting for fireworks. He’s been quietly enjoying this twisted little game. Watching it unfold over the past three years with barely contained glec, like it’s the best show on earth. And maybe it is. I lean forward in my chair, letting a small smile crack my usually cold façade. “Another gift?” I murmur, fingers brushing the ribbon. “So soon. I must’ve been good.”

The last package came just four days ago. Before that, it was a week. Whoever they are, they’ve become bolder, more frequent. Like they can’t help themselves. The silk ribbon slides free with a whisper, falling to the desk in a crimson ripple. I lift the lid slowly, savoring the moment, and peer inside. Another pair of severed hands. Pale, mutilated, perfectly placed in the box like some grotesque art installation. One still wears three gaudy gold rings, confirmation enough. The arms dealer from Prague. The one who thought he could skim two million off my last weapons shipment and disappear into the wind. Guess he didn’t make it far. How thoughtful, Liam whistles, long and low, hands on his hips as he leans in to get a better look. “Another problem solved without you having to lift a single finger.”

I chuckle under my breath. “Efficiency is a rare gift these days.”