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The arms I shouldn't craveJanessa's pov“Janessa! Calm down… it’s just me, okay.”I froze mid-step, my grip on the kitchen knife loosening.“Eric?”“Yes, that’s it. Lower your knife.”I exhaled shakily. “Thank God… I thought it was another intruder.”“It’s alright. I’m here now.”“Wait—aren’t you supposed to be in Europe? And why in the world did you come in through the window when there’s a perfectly good door?”He gave a small, tired smirk. “One question at a time. I came back early… Roy told me Gilbert’s niece tried to kidnap you.”“Roy? That idiot— I told him not to mention it.”“He’s loyal to me. No surprise there.”I frowned. “And the window?”“Your door was locked.”“Was it?”That’s when I noticed it—blood smeared just above his eyebrow, and beneath the damp smell of rain, there was the faint metallic tang of gunpowder. My stomach tightened. Did he… no that can't be, maybe I'm just being too sensitive.“Do you have men’s clothes here?” he asked, shrugging off his jacket.“Wh

Crossing lines…Eric's povThe helicopter touched down on Roy’s private estate, blades cutting the night air like sharpened knives.I stepped out, adjusting my tie—not because it was out of place, but because I needed my hands busy. If I didn’t, I might walk in there and end this too fast.Roy was leaning against the doorframe of the main house, arms crossed.“In the basement,” he said, with a serious tone. “They’re tied. No one touched them.”The basement smelled faintly of metal and fear.I adjusted my tie, more out of habit than necessity, and walked down the steps with the same pace I’d take to a dinner meeting. Violence, like business, is best handled without hurry.Liam was tied to a steel chair in the center of the room. His shirt clung to him, soaked from the bucket of water someone had already thrown over him. His lips were split, one eye already swelling.Reina sat a few feet away, her wrists bound behind her, ankles tied to the chair legs.Beside her stood Celine—one of

Italy… Eric's povAs we landed in Italy, the thought hit me before I could stop it—Janessa used to talk about this place back when we were in high school.I still remember that afternoon, sunlight pouring through the classroom windows, dust drifting lazily in the air. She leaned over her desk, resting her chin in her hand, her voice soft but excited while the teacher kept teaching us about the history of italy.“Eric… I want to go to Italy one day too. They say it’s the city of love like Paris.”She giggled, not knowing what that did to me. Her chuckles have always been my weakness and my biggest happiness.“Why don’t we go now?” I’d asked, pretending it was casual.She shook her head, still smiling. “No… even if we can go there, we have to have a reason. If you already have a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend, let’s go to Italy together.”You mean when the day comes we’ll be together? Because you’re the only one I’ll ever want, Janessa.“Okay,” I’d said, forcing my tone

Stick to disguise Janessa's povCole and I hurried downstairs. When we arrived, we saw a maid kneeling, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in front of the shattered teacup."You filthy thing! You're just a maid, and you can't even do your job right!" Lucy slapped the maid. "Don't you know that teacup was worth more than your life, you bitch?""Madam... please... forgive me..." The maid plead.As Lucy was about to slap the maid again, Cole stepped between them. He ended up being the one slapped. "Mom! Stop! You're making a scene."Lucy touched Cole's swollen cheek. "Oh God, son... Why did you do that?" Cole signaled the maid to leave.“Mom, you can't just hit someone as you want." They sat on the couch, and I ordered the maids to bring an ice pack.Lucy put the ice pack on his face herself. "Next time, don't meddle in my business... See what happens? That slap wasn't supposed to be on your precious face."How dramatic."Cole... I'll get going now.""Okay, have a safe ride."

His not aroundJanessa's pov “Elaine,” I said, knocking another arrow. “I thought we were having coffee. Why are we suddenly engaging in a highly competitive archery duel?” My arrow found its mark, splitting the target just as Elaine’s arrow did the same.“I’m just in a mood,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she aimed for the target. “No particular reason. Just feeling… competitive.”My phone rang. I set down my bow and arrow. I saw it was Roy. “I’ll just take this,” I said.“Okay… but make it quick.”“I will,” I said, heading outside to answer it.“Cuz… listen… we have a problem. A big one. No, bigger than that.”“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! He hung up! That absolute jerk! He couldn't even have the decency to tell me straight! Why?! Why do I even have a cousin like him?!”Heading back inside, I carefully placed my phone and other items in my bag, getting ready to depart.“Oh, you're leaving already?” she said softly, putting down her bow. “Something came up at the hospital, I

The MastermindJanessa's POV"It was Mr. Daniel... He asked me to do it. He was afraid that if his business went under, the mafia wouldn't help him, so he wanted to use Eric's fiance to threaten him.”Just as I expected. That old guy was behind it all.Xavier turned and then shot the man in the head, satisfied at the information. "I told you already, I'm not like Eric."Roy whispered to me, "Cuz, this Xavier guy is way more brutal than the boss himself. And I've been with Eric since he took over, but I'm still just a glorified errand boy."I shoved him. "Get away from me! And for the record, he became underboss based on his own merit. How long you've been around doesn't matter.”"Whatever.... I still think it's unfair."Xavier wiped the blood stain in his hands with a handkerchief and threw it away before approaching us. "Let's go now."Roy and I nodded, and we followed him outside. Xavier's phone rang once again, and he answered it as soon as he saw Eric's name."Boss... We already