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The first time they met, it felt like fate. The second time, it felt like a warning.

She was running from a past that refused to die. He was chasing a future that seemed just out of reach. When their worlds collided, it was more than just love—it was an obsession, a wildfire that threatened to burn them both alive.

But love isn’t always salvation. Sometimes, it’s destruction in disguise.

Bound by Fire: Ashes of Desire

The night was thick with tension as Elena and Damian drove through the city, the weight of Sophia's deal pressing down on them.

Victor Calloway. A name that had been buried for years, a ghost she had long convinced herself was gone. And now, here she was, hunting him like prey.

Damian glanced at her from the driver's seat. "You're quiet."

Elena didn't take her eyes off the road ahead. "I'm thinking."

She exhaled. "About finding him first."

Sophia's intel had given them a location—an old nightclub on the outskirts of the city, a place once frequented by the worst of the worst. It had shut down years ago, but according to the file, Victor had been seen there recently.

Damian pulled the car to a stop a block away, killing the engine. "You sure about this?"

Elena checked her gun, sliding it into the holster at her waist. "Are you backing out?"

He smirked. "Not a chance. Just wondering if you're ready to see a ghost."

She swallowed hard. "He's not a ghost. Not anymore."

They stepped out, moving through the darkness toward the club's back entrance. The building was barely standing—broken windows, graffiti-covered walls, the scent of damp decay hanging in the air.

Elena pressed her back against the door, listening.

Damian signaled to her, his hand hovering over his own weapon. She nodded, and together, they moved inside.

The air was thick with dust, but in the dim lighting, she spotted movement near the bar. Three men. One of them hunched over a table, speaking in hushed tones.

Her stomach twisted at the sight of him—older, rougher, but still the same man who had once dictated her fate with a single signature.

Damian leaned in, whispering, "What's the play?"

Elena's fingers curled into fists. She had dreamed about this moment. Dreamed of putting a bullet between his eyes, of ending him the way he had nearly ended her.

Damian muttered a curse under his breath as they turned to face the speaker.

A tall man, dressed in black, aiming a silencer-equipped pistol directly at them.

Luca's lips curled into a smirk. "Did you really think you'd find him first?"

Her heart pounded. She had walked straight into his trap.

Victor wasn't the only ghost tonight.

And Luca wasn't just hunting her—

Hunting a Ghost