TF141 moved like shadows through the Petrov estate.
Every step was careful. Every movement precise.
They had done this a hundred times before.
Infiltrations. Data retrieval. Tactical insertions deep into hostile territory.
This was just another mission.
Until Ghost heard it.
A tiny sneeze.
Soft. Barely there.
But enough to make every single one of them stop.
They rounded the corner just in time to see her—small, bundled in pajamas, barely tall enough to reach the counter, one hand deep in the cookie jar.
She froze.
They froze.
She was the youngest member of the Petrov family.
Born into the Bratva.
Born into wealth. Born into power.
Born into a name that meant fear and respect across the world.
Her family controlled everything—money, trade, influence. Governments listened when they spoke. Rivals disappeared when they interfered.
But she was different.
She wasn’t feared.
She was loved.
Adored by the Petrov family, doted on by the most ruthless people in the world—protected, cherished, untouchable.
She wasn’t just the youngest.
She was their smallest treasure.
The one thing in their world that wasn’t built on power plays or violence.
The one person who could walk into a room and melt the coldest hearts.
She was their bright spot.
Their little star in a world filled with shadows.
And TF141 had just walked right into the center of it.
She was too young to understand why strangers walked so carefully through her home.
Too young to notice the tension in their stances, the weight in their eyes, the caution in their movements.
She just knew they were here.
Standing in her kitchen.
Looking at her like she was something unexpected.
She blinked at them, considering something.
Then, very slowly, she pulled another cookie from the jar, turned to Ghost, and held it out to him.
Because obviously, sneaking into the house meant he wanted a snack too.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then, without saying a word, Ghost took the cookie.
Because really, what else was he supposed to do?
Of course—TF141 came prepared, knowing exactly who she was before ever stepping foot inside the estate.
She wasn’t just a child.
She was the Petrov family’s weakness.
The one thing in their empire that wasn’t a carefully calculated move, wasn’t a power play, wasn’t a ruthless display of dominance.
She was the reason even the most brutal of them had limits.
A name that made rival organizations hesitate.
A protected piece in a war that had no mercy.
TF141 had planned for everything.
Security systems, armed enforcers, hidden safes.
But they hadn’t planned for her.