Alejandro's POV:
The hum of the jet engines faded into the background as I sat in the leather seat, staring out into the darkness beyond the small window. The night stretched endlessly, black and empty, much like the void inside me. The rush of adrenaline from the kill had dissipated, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache in my chest. I should feel something—satisfaction, relief—but there was nothing. No amount of revenge can fill the emptiness that had haunted me for years.
My thoughts drifted back to the dossier lying on the table in front of me. Viktor Petrov. The name alone stirred a familiar anger in my gut. The man who ripped me from everything I knew, who stood by while my father discarded me like trash. He's the next target. Taking him down was the key to dismantling the empire my father built. But it was not just business. This was personal.
I reached for the file, flipping it open to study the information I had gathered. Viktor has a major drug shipment planned for tonight. A perfect opportunity to strike. My phone buzzed, and I saw a message from one of my informants: 'It's happening at the docks, midnight. Heavy security, but nothing you can't handle.'
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I'd faced worse. I gave the order to my team, and within minutes, were descending into the city. I leaned back, closing my eyes, mentally preparing for what's to come. The memory of my mother's lifeless body flashed before me, and my hands curled into fists. This is for her. Every move I make, every life I take—it's all for her.
We landed, and I stepped off the jet, the cool night air hitting my face. My team was already in position, waiting for my command. The docks was a few miles away, a labyrinth of warehouses and shipping containers, perfect for the kind of dirty work Viktor specialized in.
As I made my way to the rendezvous point, I kept to the shadows, moving with practiced ease. Years of military training had honed my skills, turning me into a weapon—cold, precise, and deadly. My senses was on high alert, every noise, every shadow, carefully analyzed as I approached the target.
The docks came into view, bathed in the harsh glow of floodlights. I crouched behind a stack of crates, surveying the scene. Men were everywhere, armed to the teeth, patrolling the area with the discipline of seasoned soldiers. Viktor wasn't taking any chances. But then, neither am I.
My gaze swept across the operation, taking in every detail, every potential weakness. And then I saw her.
A lady, standing near the center of the chaos, directing the men with the kind of authority that can't be faked. She was dressed in black, her hair pulled back in a tight braid, her eyes sharp and focused. There was a hardness to her that caught me off guard. She was not just some arm candy or a low-level operative. This woman was someone important. Someone dangerous.
I watched her for a moment, noting the way she moved, the way the men responded to her command. She was in control, and she knew it. But there was something else in her eyes—something that piqued my curiosity. A fire, a determination that mirrored my own. I filed the observation away for later. Right now, I have a job to do.
I signaled to my team, and we moved into position, slipping through the shadows like ghosts. The first guard didn't even see me coming. I took him down silently, a quick slice across the throat, and dragged his body into the darkness. One by one, the guards fell, their bodies hitting the ground with barely a sound.
As I made my way closer to the center of the operation, I kept my eyes on the woman. She was moving now, walking between the trucks, checking the crates. She was thorough, meticulous. The kind of person who doesn't leave anything to chance. But no one is perfect.
I positioned myself near one of the trucks, waiting for the right moment to strike. The shipment was almost complete, the crates were loaded, the men prepared to move out. The woman was overseeing it all, her eyes scanning the area. She was on high alert, but she didn't see me. Not yet.
I slipped around the side of the truck, ready to make my move, when suddenly, she turned. Our eyes locked, and for a brief moment, the world around us disappeared. It was just me and her, standing on the opposite sides of a battlefield, both of us fully aware of the stakes. She was quick—quicker than I anticipated. Her hand went to her waist, pulling out a gun, and she aimed it directly at me.
I didn't flinch. Instead, I lowered my weapon, stepping out of the shadows to face her head-on. "You're not going to shoot me," I said, my voice steady, calm. "Not if you want to know why I'm here."
Her eyes narrowed, and I could see the conflict in them. She was weighing her options, trying to decide if I was worth the risk. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice cold, but there was a flicker of something else—curiosity.
"A friend of Viktor," I replied, my tone smooth, controlled. "And I'm here to pay a visit."
Her grip tightened on the gun, but she didn't fire. Instead, she took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "You think you can just waltz in here and do whatever you please?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
"I don't think," I said, taking a step forward, closing the distance between us. "I know."
For a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us was charged, tensed. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, the calculations, the assessments. She was trying to figure out if I was bluffing, if I was a threat worth taking seriously. I didn't give her the chance to decide.
I moved, faster than she could react, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to make her drop the gun. She stumbled, but I caught her, pulling her close, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke. "Tell Viktor that his time is up," I whispered, my voice low and dangerous. "Tell him that his nightmare is coming for him."
I released her and melted into the shadows. The shipment was destroyed, Viktor's operation crippled. But as I made my way back to the rendezvous point, a troubling thought lingered.
The woman at the docks—she was not just an obstacle. She was a threat, and she would come after me. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. She was dangerous and determined, someone who wouldn't be easily dismissed.
As I disappeared into the night, I heard the distant sound of sirens growing louder. Reinforcements were closing in, but I was already on the move. The real challenge had only begun. Viktor was one thing, but this woman—she would be the one to watch. Our paths would cross again, and next time, I wouldn't be the only one coming prepared.