Prologue: The Ghost
Mihkail owned the underground of the city like a ghost. And that's what the city called him. You heard his whispers if you listened. Or saw his movements if you watched. But you could never see his face. He existed as the chill in the night. The fog in the mornings. There for a moment, but never meant to stay.
Those who did know him, knew him for what he was: Lethal. His work was done quickly and in silence. He had his hands around every throat that ran the underground. Weapons dealers, drug hustlers..everyone knew the name that must be whispered. Mihkail.
If you did find yourself face to face with him, he stood shielded behind three women. The women he referred to as his "Fatales". They were dangerous. Each of them from different sides of the world with one thing in common, their devotion to The Ghost. Mihkail trusted his work of devised assasinations upon the hands of the Fatales.
Assigning each with files that took them around the globe.
In the way that the world turns, every crime doesn't go unspoken for. When Mihkail found himself matched with the law, he knew the police would hunt the Fatales for their ties to his work. Even with a heart that could kill onsight, The Ghost couldn't have his girls answering for injustice they didn't commit. Behind the viciousness, lied the tenderness set aside for three precious women that protected his life. Each of them came from a part of his uprising and he wasn't losing them as he paid for his own evil.
He spent his nights thinking of ways to free them to a world that would never find them again and he realized how long he'd had them wrapped around his finger. How sheltered he kept them.
They'd hardly known a life that wasn't bending down to his wishes. He knew, hatefully, he wasn't the man that could take care of them in the way that they deserved. He wasn't a husband, a lover, a brother or a friend. He was a criminal asking for loyalty. But how could he sever such a tie? Not only did he adore his girls but they too loved him. Mihkail was their second chance and their new purpose to life.
Mihkail prepared his plans to give them something only his absence could grant them. Simplicity.
