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The Bait, The Ruin 107: Chains and Cuffs
WELLINGTON'S POV“We lost Bambam, but we'll get him. We need to take down the masters first,” one of them says. If I remember correctly, his name is Gerald.I study their bodies, wondering how they all became so strong. Joining the force is one thing, but I've known enough men in the force to know they don't all build bodies like these simply by training or going to war. “We'll explain how we got here later, but for now, you've got to convince the masters that Bambam was never a part of your life,” Gerald adds, bringing my attention back to the problem waiting for me.“I thought they already knew about…”“I gave them fake reports. So prepare a straight story that'll align with what I've reported, and then we're good,” Cristo says, cutting me off before I can finish.Even when we were locked up in a basement or packed into containers and transported to new locations, he'd always had the knack for acting like the head boy in an apprentice shop. He could make a decision and somehow get
The Bait, The Ruin 106: Tito
WELLINGTON'S POVI count watching Dahlia become smaller until she's completely out of my sight as one of the hardest things I've ever done, especially with the thought of Bambam lurking somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to finish what he started, refusing to leave my head. Every second that passes makes me more aware of how exposed she is now that she's away from me, and the helplessness of watching her leave without knowing whether she'll be safe eats at me in ways I can't explain. I keep staring at the road long after she's disappeared, as though looking hard enough might somehow bring her back into view.He's at large, just like he's been since I knew him, and that makes me wonder how fucked up the justice system really is. A man like him should have been behind bars a long time ago, yet here I am, having to worry about whether he'll come after the woman I love because the system that should protect us has failed to do its job just as always.The masters are like gods compared
The Bait, The Ruin 105: The Master of Torment
DAHLIA'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
The Bait, The Ruin 104: Never, Ever!
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
The Bait, The Ruin 103: Numbness
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
The Bait, The Ruin Two-faced Bitch?
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
The Bait, The Ruin The Bodies...
DAHLIA'S POV “Hey, baby, how does it taste?” I ask softly as I hand Cleo one of the cakes.“It’s tasty,” she says slowly, chewing with care before taking another big bite. “And yummy. Dad would love it. Can we keep some for him and Robert?”The smile on my face starts to fade.I don’t know how lon
The Bait, The Ruin Haunted Viper
DAHLIA’S POV I can’t take it anymore. I stand up from the waiting area and walk out of the hospital. I don’t even look back because I feel people's eyes follow me and their murmurs echo in my head.I leave my purse, my phone, even the food flask behind. I don’t know where I’m going.All I know is…
The Bait, The Ruin Chapter 6: No Way Out
DAHLIA'S POV I blow out a breath as I come down from the taxi and head toward the main gate of the estate Ms Nani sent to me. I stop to hand my ID to a security officer in the Estate's Gatehouse.“There's a Mrs Dahlia here for Ms Nani.” He murmurs into the barely visible mic on his collar.Then al
The Bait, The Ruin Chapter 5: Fatherless Daughter
DAHLIA'S POV “No, ma'am! You can't see him without an appointment! Or a prior notice from him.” My father's secretary insisted.I've been standing in front of his office for almost two hours and she, her name tag reads Ella, first told me he was in a meeting and now she just keeps vomiting differe
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