Novels by angelsnow2405

He opened the door and walked out, his polished shoes echoing down the sterile hallway until the sound faded completely.I stood alone in the office, my chest heaving, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. I sank heavily into the leather chair Ronan had just vacated, burying my face in my hands.By the time I dragged myself back to the precinct, it was past 4:00 PM.The precinct was buzzing with the usual chaotic noise phones ringing, keys clacking, officers shouting over desks. I walked past Chief John’s office. The blinds were drawn tight, but I could hear him bellowing into his desk phone inside.I collapsed into my desk chair, rubbing my aching temples."You look like shit," a voice said softly.I looked up. Neha was leaning against the edge of my desk, holding a fresh cup of coffee. She set it down in front of me, her eyes taking in the dark circles under my eyes and the posture of a man ready to snap."Thanks," I muttered, pulling the cup toward me. "I feel like shit.""Did yo

The air in the office went instantly thin.I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still resting on the frame, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. The sheer absurdity of the image in front of me took a full five seconds to process the sterile white walls, the smell of antiseptic, Dr. Peter sweating through his white coat, and Ronan Siren sitting like he owned the entire wing.Which, I reminded myself with a sudden, sickening jolt, he practically did."What are you doing here?" My voice came out lower than I intended, rough with the exhaustion of a twenty-four-hour shift and laced with outright hostility."Quinn," Dr. Peter interjected quickly, his hands hovering nervously over the file on his desk as he looked between us. "Please, step in and close the door. We were just discussing your mother's case…""He has no business discussing my mother's case," I snapped, stepping into the room and letting the door click shut behind me. I kept my eyes locked on Ronan. "I asked you

QUINN’S POV"He’s clean."Chief John threw a thick, leatherbound folder onto the center briefing table with enough force to send a gust of cold air across the room."I don't believe it for a second," John snapped, pacing the narrow space between the whiteboard and the projector screen."I want every single off-the-books asset we have on Siren Global. I don't care if you have to dig through tax filings from ten years ago. Find me a crack.""Chief," Neha said carefully from her stool, leaning forward. "Vance made it clear…""I don't give a damn what Vance said!" John barked, his eyes blazing."He just swallowed the entire North Harbor project whole, right in front of our faces. You tell me a man pulls off a trick like that without breaking a single law? Dig. Find something."He didn't wait for a response before slamming his office door shut behind him.The room fell into an uncomfortable, heavy silence.I sat down at my desk, staring at the glowing screen.We've been on it for six hours

QUINN’S POVI watch the valet open the rear passenger door of an executive sedan. Senator Wallace practically stumbles into the back seat of the vehicle, his shoulders hunched.He looks terrified. The engine hums to life, and the sedan rolls out smoothly into the night.What the hell happened to him?Before I can take a step toward the driveway, my radio bursts with sudden static."Quinn!" Neha’s voice barks over the line. "Get back inside now!"I pivot, pushing through the heavy glass doors back into the warm heat of the venue.Panic has already rippled through the ballroom. Somewhere near the central stage, glass has shattered against the floor, and two men in suits are shouting over each other before being restrained by security."What happened?" I demand, cutting through the crowd to reach Neha."Some drunken executive tried to force his way into the private wing," she sighs, her eyes sweeping the room with annoyance."He smashed a display case before security brought him down."I

QUINN'S POV"There he is."Neha's voice comes through my earpiece just as another black sedan rolls beneath the hotel's entrance canopy.I lift my gaze from the guest list in my hand. A man steps out in a tailored charcoal suit, black gloves, and polished shoes that barely make a sound against the marble.Ronan Siren.For one ridiculous second, all I can think about is waking up in his hotel room.Heat crawls up my neck.Damn him.I tear my eyes away before he can notice. "Eyes forward," I mutter to myself."Talking to yourself already?" Neha asks.I ignore her. Our assignment tonight is simple: maintain the perimeter and screen incoming guests.No unnecessary interactions. A very simple procedure.So naturally, the universe decides to send Ronan Siren walking through my checkpoint.He reaches me with that infuriatingly calm stride of his. For a brief second, neither of us speaks.Then one corner of his mouth lifts."Officer."His voice is smooth enough to make me suspicious on princi

My father has many names.Business mogul. Philanthropist. Visionary.I only know one.Coward.I scoff to myself as the staring game continues between us. They see him as some giant. A god.It's honestly laughable. To me, though, he's nothing more than a dog. Unfortunately, that dog made me. It makes me wonder what that makes me.Around the table, the board begins to grow restless. The shuffling of papers, the sideways glances. A very normal occurrence at every one of our meetings. Let them fret. I have one other person to wait for.And as though he can read my mind, he steps into the conference room.Moran's face lights up. I don't bother hiding the disgust I feel at that. Turns out dogs always recognize their own.He rises to his feet. "So good of you to join us.""Of course. An invitation I could never refuse."My hands clench lightly at the sound of his voice. Riley shifts uneasily closer to me.Memories threaten to overwhelm me, and I struggle to shut them all out.Let's get this