LETHAL SAVIOR - DARK CARTEL’S WORLD - Lily Night

Aug 2, 2026

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A grieving older sister finds her brother lifeless in a sterile morgue and refuses the official narrative of suicide. Convinced Romano and the cartel’s machinery are behind his death, she swallows grief and turns to calculated vengeance. While preparing to reclaim control and exact justice, she unexpectedly collides with a dangerously composed stranger whose presence awakens a forbidden, intense attraction, setting the stage for a high-stakes enemies-to-lovers confrontation.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

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Pages154

Reading Time3 h 57 min

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Chapter 1

Isla

LETHAL SAVIOR DARK CARTEL’S WORLD LILY NIGHT [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 More Books by Lily Night [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) Chapter 1 Isla The morgue is too quiet. Too sterile. The hum of the ﬂuorescent lights above makes the silence worse . I want to ﬁll it with something , but what? All I can feel and fathom within me is agony. It’s debilitating in the worst way possible. I stand in front of the cold metal slab, my ﬁngers curled into tight ﬁstsat my sides. My brother, Joshua, lies there, pale and still, his once-warm skin now frozen under the harsh, artiﬁcial light. His skin has loosened and he no longer holds that youthful glow to him. This can’t be real. Only a few days ago, I had seen him wide eyed and full of life. And now This isn’t real. I repeat the words over and over again in my mind, but it just all feels so heavy. I can see what the reality is, but I’m just having a hard time coming to terms with it. My breath shakes as I reach for him. The moment my ﬁngers brush against his skin, a sharp sob rises in my throat. He’s so cold. So impossibly cold. Wake up, Joshie…the older sister in me whimpers. I had one job and that was to protect him and I failed at that. I failed him. What kind of sister am I? Was I? I am no one’s sister any more . My heart cracks. I can feel it with every heartbeat. Is this what death feels like? Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to break. Not here. Not now. I swallow the grief, forcing it down like poison. “Ma’am, I need you to conﬁrm if this is him.” the coroner says to me . His voice is soft, but in the thick of the quiet, it’s like this loud resounding gong. I catch my breath and try to hold back the tears. But they ﬂow silently under the weight of my agony. “Yes, that is Joshua—my brother.” Saying the words feels utterly surreal. This is not how our story was supposed to play out. We were free. We had ﬁnally been set free from the clutches of Frederico. The cartel was falling, and ﬁnally, a debt would no longer be owed. I don’t need to know how he died. I can see the marks on his wrists for myself–suicide. That is what the police will rule it as, but I know the truth. I know that this is the work of one man and one man alone. Romano . The devil himself. I know his MO. I worked for his people for years. They make everything look like a suicide or an accident. This is a murder, and I know why my brother was put down. They’re trying to send me a loud and clear message. He wants me to know. Frederico Romano thought killing Joshua would be enough to keep me quiet. Well, now he’s just made a true enemy out of me . I’ll make him wish for death when I’m done with him. I’ll make sure that I fucking bury him and burn everything he loves to the ground. He took my brother, and now I’ll take his fucking empire. My brother will be avenged, and justice will be delivered. When I see that man again, I’ll make sure that I’m the one who pulls the trigger and lodges the bullet in the middle of his chest. Neither the forces of the heavens or the powers of the underworld can stop what I will do to that man if I ever see him again. I take a slow breath, wiping at my wet cheeks with the back of my hand. Then, I straighten my shoulders. There will be time to mourn the dead later. For now I know what I need to do. “I have no one left in this world.” The words are but a whisper that leaves my lips. The courts promised me they would keep me safe, but they failed my brother. Where was his security? Who was watching him? Was there an informant? A rat in the department? So many questions whirl in my head. I don’t know what to think, and my brain doesn’t want to settle down. I can’t trust them. I ca

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Who does the narrator encounter outside the morgue?

A tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in black stops her, and the moment their interaction begins, she feels an overwhelming attraction.

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