Chapter: Blood in the AlleyI lifted my head slowly, my hands still slick with Daniel's blood, my breath caught halfway in my chest. Polished shoes stopped a few feet from us.They were expensive. Immaculate. Completely out of place in the filth of this alley.My gaze carefully traveled upward. To tailored trousers. A dark coat and a hand hanging loosely at his side. The gun was almost casual in his grip. My breathing hitched unevenly.I followed the line of his arm, forcing myself to look up, even as every instinct screamed at me not to. That was when I saw his face.... Calm, controlled. Adrian Red.I knew who he was. Everyone in the city knew the Redwell Biotech logo; it was on every hospital, every pharmacy, every government health directive. He was the man who kept the city alive... and apparently, he was also the man who'd decide on who lives or not.His cold stern gaze moved from Daniel's body to me. A flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes... not the way a stranger looks at a face, but the way a coll
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Chapter: The Redwell FilesI woke to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the blinds. For a moment, I forgot all that's happened, thought it to be a normal morning, until I heard the quiet sniffle from the living room.I pushed myself up, muscles aching, and crept toward mamá. She was sitting on the couch, eyes red, the muted television flickering the news across her face. My chest tightened."Mamá..." I whispered, kneeling beside her. She didn't look at me at first, just shook her head, quiet tears slipping down her cheeks.I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her body was small and trembling against mine. "It's going to be okay," I murmured, though I wasn't sure I believed it.She clutched my arm. "Jenny... he's gone. My Miguel..."I pressed my forehead to hers. "I know, mamá. I know. But I'm here. We're together. We'll get through this."She nodded against me, a small shudder running through her, and for a moment, it felt like maybe we could survive the weight of the world together.
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Chapter: A Birthday Gift for a GhostA taxi was already waiting at the curb. I climbed in, shutting the door, and pressed my forehead to the cool glass. My heart heaved, my skin crawled from humiliation. The rush of everything hit me at once... embarrassment, desire, exhilaration, shame, and an aching, lingering pleasure that refused to fade. I closed my eyes and let the city blur past, trying to process the storm inside me. By the time I stepped out, the neon glow of my street stretched before me. Quiet and familiar. I walked the final blocks slowly, my body still tingling, mind still spiraling. Then I froze. Voices, urgent, familiar. I pressed myself against a brick wall, peering through the gaps of our gate. Miguel. And mamá. The argument was sharp. Intense. "Where is all this money coming from?" her voice snapped. Miguel's response was hesitant, defensive. "None of your business." Miguel was lying to our mother again. And this time, I knew it was just a matter of time before it would get him killed. "Migu
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Chapter: Get out"Get on the bed."I froze. "You... aren't you going to take off your mask?""No," his answer was immediate. Final."But..."His eyes sparked with irritation. "Another word of protest, and I will have you escorted out. Do as I say, or get out. Is that clear?" His tone wasn't loud or threatening, but it immediately sent a ripple of fear... and desire through me.I was terrified. Not by him, but by the fact that I actually wanted this. By the fact that it felt like walking away from this would feel more like a loss than a gain on my end."Get on the bed," he repeated as he stripped off his shirt, and I swear I lost my ability to breathe.Holy. Shit.I shamelessly froze there, checking him out. His body was carved by the devil himself, every muscle lethal, pulling me in. I turned and slowly made my way to the bed, every step slightly heavier than the last filled with hesitation, as I slowly lowered myself onto it, still feeling his eyes tracking my every step.When I finally laid back, h
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Chapter: One bad decision, Forbidden Touch"I shouldn't be here, Daniel," I hissed, clutching my leather bag against my corporate blazer like a shield. My skin crawled. On a normal Friday night, I’d be at home after work burying myself under a mountain of audit files. Instead, due to my best friend's persistent nature. I was now standing in a club.Daniel didn’t even look at me. He was too busy adjusting his own velvet mask, eyes scanning the crowd with a frantic hunger. "Just one drink, Jenny. You’re a mess. You need to drown out the noise of that disappearance case before it drives you insane.” He paused. “And who knows, maybe even have a little more fun, if you know what I mean.” He continued shoving his shoulder into mine.“Yo, Daniel.” A distant voice called out, then Daniel turned to me “Hey! have fun okay? I'll be right back” he said, disappearing into the pulsing crowd before I could even protest, leaving me stranded.I stepped further into the club and immediately felt it… the subtle shift of a world I wasn't used to
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