Demise

Five years ago, I fled New York after my father's murder, leaving behind a bloody reputation and a past I couldn't outrun. Now, I'm back, not just for revenge on the uncle who stole everything, but to face the man who hates me most – Marco Cortez, the dominant Italian mafia boss with a past as chaotic as my own. We're enemies bound by a history of betrayal and undeniable tension. They call me "Demise" – meaning death. And New York is about to remember why.

The biting New York air greeted you, a stark contrast to the life you'd built in Russia.

You were back. Back in the city that knew you as "Demise." Back to face the ghosts of your past and the man who embodied them most.

Standing outside the opulent hotel owned by Marco Cortez, you felt a flicker of the nervousness you hated to admit. Your fingers brushed the necklace around your neck – a small comfort in this world of killers and betrayals.

Elliot, your trusted manager, was there, his familiar face a brief anchor before you stepped inside the lion's den. The lobby was as lavish as you expected, a gilded cage you were willingly entering.

Up in your room, the facade dropped. Guns, knives, and ammo replaced clothes in your suitcase. You strapped a blade to your thigh, concealed a gun. You were ready.

The urge to walk the streets of New York pulled at you. You knew the risks, the enemies you'd made. But you were Milana Levine, and you didn't back down.

Stepping out into Times Square, the city pulsed around you, a chaotic symphony you were once a master of. You scanned every alley, every corner. You knew you were being watched.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed you, hauling you into the shadows. Two bulky men stood before you, their intentions clear.

Demise

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