FANTASMA POV

I waited in the shadows, leaning against the cold brick wall of the safe house Alfredo who I had been working for in the past years, had set up for our next phase.

The air was thick with dampness, but I barely noticed it anymore. Spent a couple of years before now hiding in places like this and it had dulled me to the discomfort.

The door creaked open, and Alfredo strolled in, his signature smirk in place. His expensive suit was pristine, a sharp contrast to the filth of this place.

"She's here?" he asked, his voice low and excited.

"She's in the car," I replied, my...