"Would you pay a visit to my grave if I passed away?" I teased, gesturing to the open cemetery surrounding us.A sinful smirk curled his lips, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. It was a wicked expression that should have made me flee in the opposite direction, but instead, it intrigued me. "If you ever found yourself in a grave, Emily," he paused, his gaze trailing down my body, "rest assured, I'd be lying in the one right next to yours."° ° °EmiliaMy life had been meticulously planned out before I even took my first breath. I was thrust into the treacherous world of organized crime and illicit dealings. After being broken and left for dead, I finally managed to escape. I ran away, seeking freedom. But then my brother ruined it all, pulling me back into this twisted hellish existence. And then there was Asher, the embodiment of devilish charm.AsherI was the reigning figure of the underworld. The epitome of violence and corruption. In my world, defeat was not an option. It held true in the depths of the criminal underworld, just as it always had. When you gambled with your life, there were always consequences to be collected. Her brother owed me a debt, and if that debt remained unpaid, blood would be shed.And she? She was nothing more than a means to an end.Isn't that right?