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Bring down the untouchable Greek legend.

But the mission had turned catastrophic.

They had walked into an ambush.

Outmaneuvered.

Overpowered.

One by one —

They fell.

Only two survived.

Her.

And Ruslan.

They clawed their way out of Al Chapo’s opulent hellscape in Greece — escaping with injuries, betrayal, and survival stitched into their memories.

From that moment forward, her life became one long chase.

Al Chapo’s remaining loyalists hunted her.

Then Ruslan’s men hunted her.

Then other enemies followed.

In a desperate attempt to secure safety, she made a choice.

She married the Italian monster.

She believed a powerful husband would shield her.

That marriage was supposed to be protection.

Instead —

It became imprisonment.

The bunker where I found her still visits my dreams.

The cold concrete.

The restraints.

The bruises.

The broken look in her eyes when she realized rescue had arrived too late to erase trauma.

I pressed my palm against my chest unconsciously.

The guilt never fully left.

Because I was safe.

I had support.