Mark squinted his eyes, staring at the glowing laptop screen as lines of code and search results flashed rapidly before him. The room was dim, lit only by the dull blue light of the monitor. Knowing the kind of boss he had and how much this mission meant to her, he felt the pressure tighten around his chest. He understood it perfectly. There were only two possible outcomes: either he cracked the plan, figured out a way for them to get into the Mafia Ghost’s autoshop and complete their mission, or he would lose everything. His job, his reputation, maybe even his life.Mark’s fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, his movements swift and precise. It was as though his hands had minds of their own, moving like ballet dancers performing a flawless routine. His heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic tapping of the keys.He dug through websites, blogs, and every online page that whispered rumors about the Mafia Ghost autoshop. Each lead felt like a dead end, empty gossip, half-bake

"It's here, boss!"Mark stepped into the room, his footsteps quick but controlled. He bowed as he pronounced the words to Maria, who sat by the window overlooking the glittering Dubai skyline. Maria tugged a smile at the corner of her lips, her eyes still fixed on the city below.Hearing that the car was here already meant one thing. The mission was already a success even before it began. Everything was falling into place, just as she had orchestrated.She rose from her seat with deliberate grace, her movements measured and purposeful. He stepped out of the room first, holding the door open. Mark followed behind her, maintaining the respectful distance of a loyal subordinate.She was already dressed for the Mafia Ghost event, every detail meticulously chosen.Three hours ago, while Mark was making moves on the car to be shipped to Dubai, she had also instructed him through an encrypted message."Order me a fantastic gown for tonight. I must look every part of the event, unprovoked," s

"The last gala we had, we raised so much money that even I was tempted to steal from it and make it mine…" Ghost's voice boomed through the crystal chandeliers of the grand ballroom, his white teeth flashing in a practiced grin. The microphone caught every nuance of his theatrical pause, letting the anticipation build like pressure in a champagne bottle.Everyone burst into a loud cackle, the sound cascading through the room in waves. Designer gowns shimmered as shoulders shook with laughter. Champagne glasses clinked together in appreciation of the jest.They knew him well. This was his signature style. Because whenever Ghost said something important, something that resonated with his status and power, he'd always crack jokes afterward. Anything to make everyone feel comfortable while listening to him. It was a calculated performance, one that had taken him years to perfect. The velvet glove concealing the iron fist.Maria smirked from her position near the ivory draped bar, her fing

The implication was clear: behave now, and you'll only be hurt later.She nodded immediately, as though she didn't have a choice, playing the role of a frightened woman who had bitten off more than she could chew. Her hands trembled just slightly, a nice touch, she thought. Not too much, just enough to seem genuine.Inside, her mind was racing through the next steps of her plan, checking off mental boxes, preparing for what came next.She walked toward the door at the corner of the room, guided by the firm hand on her back and the gun against her ribs. The door was positioned in the same wall line as the entrance to the hall, camouflaged by the same ivory paneling and golden trim. She'd studied the blueprints of this building for weeks and had known this door would be here, had known it led to the service corridors that honeycombed through the building.Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, each step taking her closer to her objective.Stepping through the doorway into th

Ghost smirked slowly, the corners of his lips curving with quiet amusement.He had been the wealthy man of Dubai for the longest time, and in all his years of influence, never had he met anyone, especially a woman, who spoke to him with such boldness and unshaken confidence. People feared him. They bowed, they begged, and they never dared to meet his eyes unless granted permission. But this woman had broken that rule without hesitation.The first time was at the entrance. He had tried to be polite, offering a greeting as she arrived at the gala, yet she was dismissive, almost rude, as if his presence meant nothing.The second time was even more humiliating. In front of his people, under the glittering lights of the gala, she accused him falsely. The whispers that followed had burned his pride, but he said nothing.And now, here she was again, cuffed to a chair in his private underground chamber, still defiant, still daring to tell him to send his men away as if she were the one in con