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Whatever softness Ahzii used to have was gone.
All that was left was what she let him see.
Once he was gone, she finally breathed. It wasn’t relief, just space—just a pause from the weight pressing against her chest all day. She moved through the room finishing her clean-up routine, wiping down surfaces, straightening her tools, moving like muscle memory carried her instead of choice. In the quiet, her thoughts crept in. She wasn’t a wife anymore. She wasn’t a mother. And on most days, she didn’t even feel like Ahzii Rose. But she was alive. And for now, that was all she had.
She locked up the Rose Room, gave Taylor a nod without saying much, and walked out into the night like it was any other. She went home first to change and check on Ace. Then she got on her bike and drove across the city to Kiyan’s place, chasing the release she’d been craving all day.
Not comfort. Not love. Just escape.
Chapter 3
Khaos stepped into the packed luxury mansion wearing a sharp black Dior suit and designer dress shoes, his every movement a statement of power and control. The woman on his arm moved with the same quiet dominance, her presence commanding just as much attention as his. The billionaire hosting tonight’s gala prided himself on charity events and high-society gatherings, but Khaos wasn’t here for champagne or small talk. This was business.
Above them, the moon cast a silver glow against his dark skin, illuminating the fresh waves in his hair, flawless and sharp under the lights. The tailored suit hid the tattoos inked across his neck, chest, and arms, but nothing could mask the raw danger he carried. Even in a room full of Miami’s elite, Khaos owned the air they breathed.
And so did she.
The woman beside him wore a custom red one-shoulder gown, the cut dipping dangerously low and hugging her curves like a second skin. Her toned brown leg shined through the thigh-high slit with every step, her gold Louboutin heels adding power to her 5’5 frame. A sleek ponytail trailed down her back, polished and lethal. Together, they looked like the perfect power couple—money, beauty, status—but they were far more dangerous than anyone in that room could imagine.
To the outside world, Savior Carter was a talented mechanic, the owner of a luxury shop downtown Miami where cars worth more than most people’s houses rolled in daily. But right here, right now, he wasn’t Savior.
He was Khaos.
A ghost in the streets, a phantom in the shadows of the government. A lethal assassin operating on his own terms. He took contracts from secret government officials, gang leaders, and power players who needed their enemies erased without a trace. But Khaos wasn’t just a killer for hire—he was a silent judge, a weapon of vengeance who hunted rapists, predators, scammers, and corrupt men who slipped through the cracks of justice. For the right price, he made sure their sins were buried with them.
But it wasn’t the clean kill that earned him his name.
It was the chaos left behind when the dust settled.
The woman on his arm wasn’t his lover, but his lethal, calculated little sister—Sarai “Gold” Carter. On the surface, she owned one of the hottest restaurants in Miami, fittingly called Gold. A place known for good food, unforgettable vibes, and an atmosphere dripping in wealth and exclusivity. But by her brother’s side, she wasn’t a businesswoman. She was a weapon. A killer. A protector.
“Can y’all hear me?”
Their brother’s voice cracked into their earpieces as they moved through the crowded mansion, surrounded by men and women draped in silk, diamonds, and secrets.
Sincere “Sin” Carter. Their eyes, their ears, their genius. Sin could hack into any system without leaving a fingerprint, build weapons and explosives that caused devastation in minutes, and design chemical compounds deadlier than any bullet. Double majored in software and chemical engineering, he was the quiet storm of the family.
He was Sarai’s twin. Khaos’ little brother.
The Carter legacy wasn’t built on wealth alone—it was built on blood. Their father, Saint “Havoc” Carter, raised assassins, crafting them from his own hands and scars. And now, with Havoc retired, finally loving on their mother Selene in peace, the next generation carried on the empire.
Tonight, the room was a playground for corruption. Politicians, crooked and righteous alike, businessmen who ruled both boardrooms and backstreets, millionaires, billionaires—every kind of power player filled the mansion of Franklin Ross, their target.
The place reeked of money and crime, but Khaos and Gold moved through the party like they owned it, their steps smooth, calculated, unshaken.
“Yeah,” Sarai answered into the mic, fingers adjusting her ponytail as if checking her hair.
“Move precise,” Sin continued, his voice calm but sharp. “All security cameras disabled. Guards? Handled. He’ll give his little speech, then head upstairs to his study to get high. Crackhead ass can’t help himself.”
There was a pause before Sin spoke again, his tone colder.
“That’s when y’all move. Gold—his wife’s in on this too. She’s all yours.”
A subtle nod passed between them.
“See y’all at the dock. Sin out.”
Gold chuckled under her breath. “That nigga so dramatic,” she whispered.
