Flowy Angelicの小説

Noah’s hands shook violently as his fingers danced across the laptop keyboard, the screen casting a pale glow in the darkness of the kitchen. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed under his breath, his breathing ragged as if he’d just run a marathon. On the small screen, the grainy image from his hidden camera showed the figure of Luca Marino—a man who looked more like the Grim Reaper in a thousand-dollar suit than a human being. Luca didn't move; he simply stood there, radiating an aura of dominance that Noah could feel even through the illegal satellite signal.Noah knew the protocol by heart. If Luca had appeared as the vanguard, it meant a De Luca tactical unit had already surrounded the block within a one-kilometer radius. He felt like a rat caught in a trap of his own making. For five years, he thought he’d become a ghost, literally vanished from the digital world's radar. But seeing Luca standing there, staring straight into the camera as if making direct eye contact with Noah's shrink

The residual ash from the lab report still felt warm against Noah’s fingertips as he swept it into the plastic trash can in the corner of the room. His chest felt tight, not from the thin smoke rising from the ashtray, but from the weight of the reality that had just hit him. Pregnant. With the child of a monster who had nearly taken his life just weeks ago. Noah forced himself to stand, even though his knees felt like jelly. He didn't have time for a terminal case of the blues; every second he spent staring into space was a loophole for the De Luca tracking protocols to find him.The first few months in Havenport were a cold hell. Noah had to rack his brain to ensure his growing belly didn’t invite questions from Mrs. Gable, the bakery owner who had given him a place to stay upstairs. He worked double shifts—toiling away in the early morning with flour dough that made his lungs feel heavy, and spending his nights hunched over a tiny monitor with the brightness turned all the way down

Noah’s ears rang loudly, a high-frequency sound that felt like it was trying to tear his eardrums apart and drown out the ticking of the wall clock. His focus blurred, fixed only on the snow-white lab sheet in Dr. Iris’s hand, yet it felt as heavy as concrete ready to crush him."Sixth... week?" Noah’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible. His throat suddenly went as dry as a desert.Dr. Iris Vale adjusted her glasses, her gentle but sharp eyes watching Noah with an empathy that only made him feel more exposed. "Yes, son. From the physical exam and the blood test, the results are absolute. You aren't sick from a virus or simple exhaustion. Your body is just reacting to a massive hormonal shift."Noah tried to take a breath, but his lungs seemed to reject the oxygen. Insane. This was absolutely insane. He had just managed to escape the most lethal mafia syndicate in the country, crossing borders with a fake identity he’d created with trembling hands, and now the universe

Noah held his breath until his chest felt tight, as if by stopping his breathing, he could vanish from the world’s sight. His eyes were glued to the blurred reflection in the bus’s side mirror, watching the procession of black SUVs speed away toward the station he had just left minutes ago. His heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his chilled fingertips. It wouldn’t take long for Matteo De Luca to realize his prey had slipped away, and Noah knew all too well that the man wasn't the type to let an insult like this slide."Damn, damn, damn," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the old bus engine. He pulled his hoodie lower, shielding his pale face.The intercity bus continued to carve through the thin morning mist. Noah didn't dare move for nearly an hour. He remained frozen, staring at the suburban scenery as it slowly shifted into rows of trees and empty lots. At a grimy, urinescented transit terminal, Noah got off. He couldn't head straight to his final dest

The click sounded like an explosion in Noah’s ears. His heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to escape his chest. Beyond the door, the cold, silent hallway of the De Luca estate greeted him with dramatic, dim lighting. Noah didn't have time to admire the minimalist architecture, which surely cost enough to feed an entire province. He had to move. Now.With agonizing care, Noah slipped out. The marble floor felt icy against his bare feet. Damn it, he hadn't even had time to find proper shoes, just the casual clothes he’d found in the guest closet—which thankfully fit—and his own battered sneakers, which had been tossed carelessly by the entrance. He jammed his feet into them in a rush, not bothering to tie the laces. He had one priority: get as far away from Matteo as possible.Noah knew perfectly well that this security system was no joke. During the hack he’d performed yesterday, he had found a fatal loophole in the CCTV camera synchronization protocol that occurred every day

Noah’s steps felt heavy as he was forced down the stairs of his stuffy apartment. The grip of Matteo’s men on his arms was so tight he was certain he’d have blue bruises by tomorrow. Outside, a line of black SUVs with powerful engines purred low, slicing through the cold night silence. Noah was shoved into the back seat of one, right next to Matteo, who sat with his legs crossed as if he had just finished a tedious business dinner rather than kidnapped a hacker.The door closed with a heavy, soundproof thud, instantly cutting off the distant wail of police sirens. The car pulled away slowly, leaving behind the remnants of the life Noah had just seen fall apart."Where are we going? Your underground lair to be tortured? Or straight to the docks to be dumped?" Noah tried to keep his voice steady, though the tremor in his fingers gave him away. He looked out the window, watching the city lights blur.Matteo didn't answer right away. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let thin trails