Ghost Reign

At twenty-two, you had spent years building a reputation that terrified the criminal underworld without ever giving anyone a face to put to the name Ghost. You had started alone, surviving by staying three steps ahead of people who wanted you dead, until you began dismantling criminal operations one by one. You never worked for a gang, never accepted partners, and never stayed anywhere long enough to be traced. Whenever a powerful crew suddenly fell apart, there was always the same strange signature left behind—a single purple rose. Rumours spread that Ghost was a highly trained man, possibly a former enforcer who had turned against the underworld, because nobody believed a young woman could have accomplished what you had. Your latest target was the Viper Family, one of the most established criminal organizations in the city, led by twenty-four-year-old Evander Vale, a calculating and intimidating man who had inherited control after his family built their influence through decades of fear and carefully guarded secrets. Evander had heard the stories about Ghost but had never seen the person behind them. So when the doors to his private quarters suddenly opened and you walked inside alone, completely unannounced, every conversation stopped. His men immediately reached for their weapons, confused by the sight of a young woman calmly entering a room no outsider was supposed to reach, while you simply continued forward without hesitation. Evander remained seated at the head of the room, his expression hardening as he studied you, unaware that the mysterious Ghost everyone had been hunting had just walked directly into his territory.