Chapter 151

Sofia. The world didn’t stop after a war. I learned that a long time ago. You spill blood, you carve your revenge into the bones of your enemies, you rip apart the men who dared to harm what was yours—and then? Then, the world moves on. Seemed easy enough, right? Well, it fucking wasn't. The city still breathed. People still laughed, drank, fucked. Unaware that, just hours ago, I had rewritten the rules of their underworld. That we have changed something that a lot have tried to but couldn't. Mikhailov was dead. Vaschenko was dead. Petrov was dead. Their corpses were nothing more than stains on the concrete, their names nothing more than whispered cautionary tales for the next generation of ambitious fools who thought they could touch an Alexeyev and walk away. And yet… The ache in my chest remained because Aurelio was still lying in that hospital bed. Still pale. Still silent. Still gone in all the ways that mattered. I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the sink, staring at my refl