LOGINI lay there, pinned to the sheets, my wrists and ankles burning against the cold metal of the cuffs. Andreas didn't move. He stayed kneeling over me, his shadow stretching across my chest and masking his features. The silence in the room was so thick it felt like I was breathing in dust. He reached into the leather bag again and pulled out a small, sleek vibrator. He didn't turn it on yet. He just tapped it against his palm, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud echoing in the quiet room.
I stood in the kitchen and watched the whiskey swirl down the drain. The smell of the alcohol was sharp, but it didn't do anything for me anymore. I felt cold. It was a deep, quiet kind of cold that started in my bones and moved out to my skin. I set the glass on the counter and walked into the small room behind the bar.Dante was there, sitting in front of the monitors. The blue light from the screens made his face look pale. He didn't look up when I walked in. He just kept tapping at the keyboard."Tell me you have something," I said. My voice sounded flat, even to me."I have a ping," Dante said. He pointed to a map on the screen. A small red dot was blinking. "Someone used your secondary card at a pharmacy on the edge of the city about twenty minutes ago.""I checked his pockets, Dante. He didn't have my cards. He didn't have anything but the clothes on his back."Dante finally looked at me. "He didn't use the card to pay, Andreas
The rope was thick and rough. It bit into my skin, right over the raw marks Andreas had left. I was sitting in a chair in the middle of a room that smelled like wet dust and old trash. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly. Every time it moved, the shadows on the wall danced.The man standing in front of me was tall and thin. He had a scar on his lip and eyes that didn't seem to feel anything. He leaned in close, his breath smelling like cheap coffee."You look a lot like him, you know," the man said. "The same nose. The same stubborn look in your eyes.""I don't care," I whispered. My throat felt like I had swallowed sand."You should care, Arthur. Your father was a very expensive man to know," he said. He pulled a small knife from his pocket and started cleaning his nails. "He died owing people a lot of money. People who don't just forget when a heart stops beating. Debt doesn't die with the person, kid. it just moves down the line.""I told you, I don't have i
The rain didn’t stop. It felt like the sky was trying to wash the entire city into the ocean. I walked for miles, my head down and my hands shoved deep into my pockets. I didn't have a coat, and my thin shirt was soaked through within minutes. It clung to my skin, cold and heavy, but I didn't care. The chill on the outside was nothing compared to the numbness I felt in my chest.I eventually found a place on the edge of the industrial district. It was a motel with a flickering neon sign that hummed like a swarm of angry bees. The windows were small and yellowed, and the parking lot was full of cracked pavement and puddles. It was perfect. It was the kind of place where people didn't ask for names or IDs.I walked into the lobby, my shoes squelching on the dirty carpet. An old man sat behind a thick sheet of scratched plastic. He didn't even look up from his newspaper."Forty dollars," he said, his voice like sandpaper."I only have thi
The silence in the penthouse was louder than the slam of the door. I stood in the middle of the living room, my hands hanging at my sides, listening to the hum of the air conditioner. It was the only sound left. For weeks, this place had been full of life. I could hear Raine’s light footsteps, his quiet humming in the kitchen, or the soft sound of his breathing when he slept. Now, it felt like a grave.I walked toward the bedroom, my feet heavy. I didn't want to go in there, but I couldn't stay out here either. When I pushed the door open, the sight hit me like a physical blow. The bed was a mess. The black sheets were tangled, and the metal cuffs were still locked to the frame, glinting under the dim lights. They looked like teeth."Boss?"I turned around. Dante was standing in the doorway. He looked tired, his jacket soaked through from the rain. He looked at the bed, then back at me. He didn't say anything for a long time. He just leaned a
The room was so quiet that I could hear the tiny clicking sound of the digital clock on the bedside table. Every minute felt like an hour. I had stopped crying a long time ago. My face felt tight and itchy from the dried salt of my tears. I just lay there, staring at a small crack in the ceiling, watching the shadows shift as the morning light tried to peek through the heavy curtains.My wrists were numb. The metal had been biting into my skin for so long that I couldn't really feel my hands anymore. My legs were stiff and cold. But the physical pain wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the empty feeling in my chest. I realized then that I had been a fool. I had actually started to think that Andreas saw me as a person. I thought that maybe, in his own twisted way, he cared.But I was just a toy to him. I was a suspect. I was something he could lock away whenever he felt like it. The "love" I thought I felt was just a trap I had walked into with my eyes wide open.The sound of th
"This better be worth it, Dante," I growled as I slammed the car door.The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the lights of the city into messy streaks of yellow and red. I stood in the back of a small, cramped office near the docks, watching the tech guy tap away at his keyboard. The air in the room was hot and smelled like old coffee and cigarette smoke. Dante was leaning by the door, his hands in his pockets, watching the screen."It’s worth it," Dante said. He didn't look at me. "The tech guy bypassed the main lock on the burner phone. Everything is starting to spill out now.""How much longer?" I asked. My voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well."Almost there, Boss," the guy said. He didn't look up. "The files were buried deep, but the server is finally giving them up. I’m pulling the call logs and the bank transfers now."I leaned against the wall, my shoulder throbbing. I couldn't stop thinking about t
The house felt like a tomb when Andreas wasn't in it. After the tailors left for the second time, the bedroom felt too small, smelling of expensive fabric and the taste of blood. I couldn’t stay in there. I put on a clean shirt, threw a sweater over my shoulders to hide the marks on my neck, and he
I stayed in the room, watching the clock on the wall until it finally hit four. Right on time, there was a sharp knock at the door. I didn't even have time to say "come in" before a small army of people marched inside.The leader was a tall, thin man with bright silver hair and a measuring tape drap
I didn’t stay in the living room for long. Marco kept glancing at the front door like he expected Andreas to burst through it at any second and start shooting. I managed to limp back to the bedroom, my legs feeling like jelly, and headed straight for the bathroom.The shower was massive, tiled in a
The safe house was too quiet. It was a thick, heavy silence that made the ringing in my ears from the explosion even louder. I sat in a hard wooden chair pulled right up to the side of the bed, my knees brushing against the mattress. I hadn't changed my clothes. I was still covered in the grey ash a







