LOGINDAHLIA'S POVNo one needs to remind me of the situation at hand, but even in the middle of a crumbling world, I always seem to feel safe and glad as long as Wells is with me. Maybe I have not admitted this so openly before, but whenever I am in danger, worried sick, scared, or lonely, my heart always finds a way to feel a little less heavy whenever I am with him or even when I can feel his presence. There is something about him that makes the fear inside me lose its grip, even when everything around me is falling apart. It makes no sense, and maybe it never will, but right now, I don't care enough to question it. That's why I am able to laugh with him now, knowing that he's in so much pain, while I am drowning in my sorrow for my mother, who used her own body to shield me from getting killed. I should be lying there too, probably fighting for my life like her, instead of kneeling here with Wells, holding his face between my trembling hands and breathing in the dust that clouds the
WELLINGTON'S POVThe chain connecting my handcuffs to the steel roof snaps from the force, releasing my hands from the roof above, though the iron grips remain tightly locked around my bloody wrists.I cough violently, utterly disoriented and struggling through the gray haze to open my tear-filled eyes. My inner ears ring wildly, vibrating with a high-pitched whistling noise for a long, agonizing minute before the terrifying sounds of reality begin filtering back into the room.Heavy boots are pounding violently on the collapsed roof and cracked ground, men are shouting frantic orders through the noise, gunshots ring out from all directions.“Wells? Mom!” a panicked voice rises above the gunshots.It's Dahlia, so I force my eyes open, but I can't see anything clearly through the thick wall of dust for a painful moment.“Dahlia?” I try speaking again as my vision registers a silhouette standing upright, calmly lifting a black handgun.No! I try to scream, but I can't find my voice thro
WELLINGTON'S POVThe cold sweat dripping down the curve of my spine had absolutely nothing to do with the suffocating scent of cheap copper and adrenaline in the air, or even the brutal sight of Agent Kay and the braided woman relentlessly jabbing fists into each other’s ribs. No, the sickening knot tightening in my chest was born entirely from the sight of Dahlia, trembling and forced onto the jagged concrete barely five feet directly in front of me.Not able to help myself, I pull frantically against the heavy metal cuffs locking my arms, desperately wishing I had some sort of super powers so I can tear the man hurting her into unrecognizable shreds.A bitter, venomous self-hatred claw at my insides. I hate myself right now for pulling Dahlia out of her life with empty promises of safety with me, only for the two of us to end up cornered in this slaughterhouse. Maybe she hadn't had much of a life before, but given time, she would have figured something out on her own terms, free fr
DAHLIA'S POVI am blindfolded throughout the ride, and my attempt to speak is silenced by a hard blow to the back of my head that knocks me unconscious.When I open my eyes again, I can't feel my legs. My whole body feels as though it's floating in a pool of hot water that I don't know how to swim through.Strong, rough hands are carrying me down a dark hallway, the same hands that shoved me into the car that brought me here. I don't know when my blindfold was removed, but it still feels as though the black cloth is still wrapped tightly around my eyes.When we finally reach what seems to be the end of the hallway, a single LED light flickers on. One after another, the remaining lights come to life, illuminating the corridor. I don't need to be an expert to notice the surveillance cameras mounted at every corner, their tiny indicator lights blinking steadily.This place is heavily guarded and built for security.The realization strikes me almost immediately. Agent Kay... my mother… wo
WELLINGTON'S POVThe chain continues to rattle as I hear the man's footsteps as he walks slowly towards me. As if he knows how affected I am by the sound and he's deliberately taunting me.My heart aches with pain, and my mouth is now too dry as I hide my face. I hear the hat man cackle when I can't stop the roar that claws at my throat."No... take that away from me!" My eyes are still pressed shut, but the smell reaches me first, rusty old blood, the same smell from the night I lost everything I thought I deserved to build. My body remembers before my mind catches up. Sweat slick my back, and my wrists burn against the handcuffs."Open your eyes, Tito," the man's voice comes, unhurried. He sounds amused.I don't want to open my eyes, but I do when I don't hear the rattling of the chain anymore. His face is half covered by the hat, and smoke from his tobacco covers the other half so that I don't recognize him, but I know the voice. "You are going against our deal, Bambam." Kayla's
DAHLIA'S POVI stagger backwards at the impact of those words, this time not strong enough to keep myself standing as my legs give way beneath me, so I slack to the floor in a heap, feeling my heart swell up painfully and then burst into waves of unbearable pain that radiate through my entire body. The message hits me like a hammer to the chest, shattering what little composure I have left.No, she couldn't have done that. He's lying, I try to assure myself, repeating the words over and over in my mind like a desperate mantra, clinging to the hope that this is just another cruel trick meant to break me further, but the doubt creeps in anyway, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.My mother came back for me, she wants to make up for all the years she's lost and maybe fix whatever she can. She couldn't have set Wellington up, at least, for my sake. Was the whole grabbing me, saving me from DSS men and taking me to St. Martins and… fuck, was all of that a plan to lure him to that place?I
DAHLIA'S POV“I'm sorry, Sun. Please, stop acting like a bitch!”I apologize as I follow Sunny outside. She snatches her keys from Amos, a new hire, and the poor man steps aside.“I didn’t expect that from you of all people, Dahlia. You’ve changed.” She stops just before getting into her car, her h
WELLINGTON'S POVPain shoots through my head before I wake up. Tears blur my vision and sting my eyes. Before I can make out the faces surrounding me, someone pours water from above and they all roar in laughter.“You the boy they like to send in, ain't you?” The tallest boy says. He has an accent.
WELLINGTON'S POVI don't like that I somehow want to listen to what Dahlia has to say to her husband… ex-husband, like she made clear.Before I can stop myself, I am already walking to the door. My hand hesitates on the handle for a split second, like some last bit of decency is trying to hold me b
DAHLIA'S POVI hate him as much as he hates me. I know this the moment he makes that remark, looking me straight in the eyes without a single slip of emotion, like I am nothing more than a problem he is forced to deal with. I already knew this from the very first time our eyes met, from the way hi







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