The SSD sat in my jacket pocket, heavier than any weapon I carried. A single drive. Data enough to topple empires. Men had killed for less. I had killed for less.I sat down, the leather chair creaking under me, and dialled the number Mark had slipped me earlier. Cartel. Sombra’s men. My thumb hesitated over the call button for only a second before I pressed it.The line rang once. Twice. On the third, a voice answered—low, accented, sharp as a knife."Wolfe."The sound of my name on his tongue was like a gun cocking. They knew me. They’d been waiting."Put Viper on," I said. My voice was steady, cold, but inside my chest, the weight pressed harder.Static. Then, a muffled sound. A groan. My knuckles clenched. It was Viper. Alive. Barely.A chuckle followed. "He breathes. For now. But you know the terms. The SSD. You bring it, you walk away with him. Midnight. No SSD, no Viper."I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, staring at the drive on the table. My voice cut low. "You think I’m d
Darian WolfeIt was two hours and forty-three minutes to midnight. Two hours and forty-three minutes until the ultimatum burned out, and the cartel proved they weren’t bluffing. Viper’s life dangled in the balance—tightrope thin, like a noose swaying over the docks.Mark leaned against the table like he owned the room, glass of whiskey in hand, swirling it slowly. He was patient, too patient—the kind of man who could sit there forever just waiting for someone to crack. He fed off pressure, lived for the moment someone else shouldered the impossible choice. His suit was flawless, cut sharp against the chaos simmering around us, but his eyes gave him away. Cold, watchful, calculating. Always measuring angles.Once, he’d been an ally. Back when we were ghosts moving through shadows on missions no one ever admitted happened. But trust had long since bled out of that bond, replaced by this ugly thing—mutual need."Where are they keeping Viper?" My voice came out calm, though inside it felt
Naomi Velez After leaving the room in the west wing, the guards led me to Maria’s bedroom. The lights were dim, the curtains drawn halfway, and the air carried her perfume faintly, as if she had only just been there. My chest tightened, but I said nothing.A doctor arrived minutes later, carrying a small case. She looked calm on the surface, but the stiffness in her movements gave her away. Even the way she set her bag on the table felt rehearsed, like she was forcing control.She checked my temperature first, then tilted my chin up to examine my eyes. Her fingers were steady, but her breathing was shallow. She pressed against my wrist, counting my pulse, then moved through the rest of her checks quickly and quietly.When she finished, her eyes lingered on me a moment too long. Something in her expression shifted—surprise, recognition."Are you—?" she began."Yes, I am," I whispered before she could finish. "But keep it quiet."Her lips pressed together, and she gave the smallest nod
Darian WolfeThe sound of boots echoed closer, too close. I had no time to climb back into the vent without being seen. If I made a move now, I’d be caught. My only choice was the bed. I slid underneath, pressing myself flat against the floor, the frame low enough to scrape my back as I squeezed in. My breathing slowed to almost nothing.The door opened. Two guards stepped inside, their radios hissing faintly at their belts. Their shadows stretched across the floor as they moved toward Maria. She was in bed. Her chin was lifted, her eyes steady, but I could see the tension in her body.One guard pulled a key from his belt and unlocked the cuffs on her ankle. The metal snapped free. The second guard grabbed her by the elbow, forcing her to stand."Move," he said, his voice low and flat.Maria glanced once toward the bed. It was quick, almost invisible, but I caught it. Then she let them lead her out. The door shut behind them, and their boots echoed down the hall until the sound faded.
The cuff clung to my ankle, a cold reminder of the guard’s smirk as he snapped it shut. My skin was already raw from twisting against the steel, but the ache was nothing compared to the mess inside my head.Darian knelt on the floor in front of me, his shoulders tense under the black fabric of his shirt. His hands moved with measured precision, the small pick turning inside the cuff’s lock.The silence between us was heavy for a room this small. Naomi was gone. The guards’ footsteps had faded down the hall. All that was left was the sound of metal scratching metal and my pulse pounding in my ears.I could still taste him. The kiss we’d just shared clung to me like heat in my lungs. My heart beat fast, but not just from fear.His hands stopped. The pick stilled. Darian didn’t look at me right away—he stared at the cuff instead, his jaw flexing once, twice.When his eyes finally lifted, they were different. Softer at the edges, but harder in the center, like he’d made some kind of decis
Maria ReyesI sat on the bed, my hands trembling as I clutched the edge of the thin mattress. The room felt suffocating, the barred windows letting in only faint grey light from the rainy city outside.The Reyes' mansion had always been a cold cage, but now it was a prison. He’d locked me and Naomi here for betraying him. My mind spun with panic and confusion.Naomi sat against the wall, her face pale but steady, sick with a fever earlier. The guards had thrown her in with me, thinking it would keep us compliant. I whispered to her, “We’ll get out,” but doubt gnawed at me.A soft scrape broke the silence. The vent grate shifted, and a man dressed in a dark suit hanging like a bat in the vent. My stomach dropped, and I wanted to scream, but immediately I recognized him. It was Darian dressed to disguise himself. He held his finger on his lips, signaling me to be quiet. His dark shirt hugged his lean muscles, knife in hand, he wore contact lenses to cover his ice-grey eyes. Rage explod