Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife
My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne.
I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard.
But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power.
I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home?
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me.
I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk.
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
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Chapter 1
Julian POV
The autumn sunset bled across the Manhattan skyline, turning the Hudson River into a vein of liquid gold. From the floor-to-ceiling window of my Brooklyn Heights study, the city looked like a gothic cathedral—sharp, imposing, and entirely unforgiving.
I took a slow sip of my bourbon. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of old leather, dust, and the quiet discipline of a man waiting for a war.
A sharp knock broke the silence. My most trusted Soldier, Leo, stepped into the room. His hand hovered near the lapel of his tailored suit, close to his shoulder holster.
"We have a situation, boss," Leo said, his voice tight. "A girl is at the door. Says she has a delivery that can't wait. She brought a shadow with her."
I turned away from the window, setting my crystal glass on the immaculate mahogany desk. "Bring them in."
Leo stepped aside. The person who walked into my sanctum was not a hardened Capo or a rival assassin. It was a girl. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, dressed in unassuming dark clothes, but her eyes held the cold, dead weight of a veteran killer. Behind her loomed a mountain of a man, his face scarred and expressionless.
I let my gaze sweep over her, projecting the absolute authority of the Morgan bloodline. "You have three seconds to explain how you found this safe house before Leo puts a bullet in your guard's head."
The girl didn't flinch. She walked straight to my desk and tossed a tarnished silver coin onto the polished wood. It spun with a sharp metallic ring before landing flat. Engraved on its surface was a distinct, archaic symbol.
My jaw tightened. It was a token from 'The Professor'—the most elusive and dangerous information broker in the underworld.
"My name is Athena Wise," she said, her voice steady, devoid of any childish tremor. "But you can call me Nemesis. I am the last breathing heir of the Valenzuela family."
The Valenzuela family. Slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who now sat on the Chairman's seat of the Commission—the very seat that belonged to my murdered father.
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena," I said coldly, leaning against the edge of my desk. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours," she stated, holding my gaze with an intensity that demanded respect. "And burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
I let out a low, humorless laugh. "A bold claim for a dead girl."
Athena didn't argue. She simply snapped her fingers. The giant behind her—Derek—stepped forward and placed a thick, black leather-bound ledger on my desk.
"Open it," she commanded.
I narrowed my eyes at her tone but flipped the cover open. The pages were filled with meticulous handwriting. Bank account numbers, shipping routes for bootleg liquor, the names of every corrupt judge and police captain on Kirkland's payroll, and the exact weaknesses of his top Capos. It was a blueprint for total annihilation. The sheer magnitude of the intelligence was staggering.
"The Professor's network is at your disposal," Athena continued, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere. "But it comes with a price. Kirkland is moving to execute my last remaining loyal *Soldati* in less than seventy-two hours. I need an extraction. Tonight. I need your men, your Thompson submachine guns, and your cars."
I closed the ledger, the heavy thud echoing in the quiet study. She was offering me the keys to my kingdom in exchange for a suicide mission. It was a devil's bargain, and she knew exactly how desperate I was to avenge my father.
"You're asking me to start a war tonight," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous register.
"The war started the day Kirkland took your father's life," Athena countered flawlessly. "I'm just giving you the ammunition to end it."
I stared at this sixteen-year-old girl, realizing the terrifying potential she harbored. She wasn't just a survivor; she was a weapon forged in the same fire of betrayal that I was.
"Fine," I said, making the decision that would alter the fate of the New York underworld. I looked up at Leo. "Gather the men. Arm them to the teeth. We move out in two hours."
Leo nodded sharply. "Yes, Boss."
"One more thing," Athena interrupted, her eyes darkening. "Before we ride, I need to see the rat you're holding in your basement. Capo Moretti."
I studied her face, seeing the raw, unadulterated thirst for vengeance. Moretti was a former Valenzuela man who had sold them out to Kirkland.
"Follow me," I said, turning toward the hidden door that led to the holding cells. "Let's see what you do to traitors."
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