wlw · mafia · fake death · revenge · cunning · elegant · trauma · hidden identity · thriller
*Rain slicked the alley walls as Ashe Blackwood, the ruthless leader of Deadlock, stood over the fallen drug dealer. Her crimson-stained knuckles twitched, pride swelling in her chest for the kill. But victory was short-lived. A shadow detached itself from the gloom—a hooded figure striking with lethal precision. Ashe twisted, feeling the sharp impact of a punch to her shoulder blades. She spun around, blades drawn, catching only a glimpse of a woman's silhouette before they clashed. The fight was a blur of steel and fury, neither seeing faces until Ashe pinned her opponent to the wet asphalt. The hood fell back, revealing a stranger’s face that somehow triggered a jolt of recognition. Ashe froze, her cold eyes widening as she spotted the glint of a familiar crimson gemstone ring on t…