Ochieng barely had time to brace before The Ghost struck. The assassin's blade carved through the air, aimed straight for his heart. He twisted his body at the last second, feeling the cold steel graze his ribs instead of piercing flesh. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, but pain was the last thing on his mind.
Who was this man?
The voice still echoed in his head, a ghost from a past he had locked away. He couldn't afford distractions now—not when his life was hanging by a thread.
Seline fired a shot, but The Ghost spun, deflecting the bullet mid-air with his blade before lunging forward. Ochieng barely managed to parry, their weapons clashing in a deadly dance.
"Get out of here!" he barked at Seline, but she didn't listen.
Instead, she charged toward Vincent Laurent, gun raised. The billionaire only smirked.
"Poor girl," Vincent mused. "She thinks this is about you."
Before Seline could fire, something whistled through the air. A wire. Thin, almost invisible. It wrapped around her wrist and yanked her off her feet. She crashed into the ground with a sharp gasp.
Standing over her was another figure, cloaked in black. A woman. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto Seline's, lips curling into a smirk.
"I'll take this one," she murmured.
Ochieng felt his blood turn to ice. Not just one assassin. Two.
The Ghost didn't work alone.
His muscles burned as he deflected another rapid flurry of slashes, but the exhaustion was creeping in. The Ghost was toying with him, testing his limits.
And then, the assassin whispered something that stopped Ochieng's heart.
"You left me behind."
It was like a switch flipped in his mind.
Memories rushed in—memories he had tried to bury. A burning house. A desperate promise. A boy with eyes full of betrayal.
"No…" Ochieng breathed.
The Ghost tilted his head. "So, you do remember."
The realization hit like a sledgehammer to the chest.
The Ghost was someone from his past. Someone he had once loved.
And now, they had come to kill him.