LOGINAnyone else feeling like they need a breath of fresh air??Cause I know for a fact I've had enough of the Callaghan's complicated family tree🥲
BIANCA I'd only known Adrian for a couple weeks. And by “known”, I meant it been trapped inside this manor with nothing else to do but study him in hopes of escaping. He was observant, and noticed a lot more than he probably should have. So far, he'd supervised every bath I'd taken, every meal is eaten, everytime I used the toilet…It was frustrating to say the least but after a while, I guess I just got used to it. Or got tired of futily fighting it anyway. He had a routine. A stringent, meticulous routine, despite having me around. I noticed after he'd leave me in that dark room for hours on end during the day, then return later in the evening.He…He had a life. But above all of this, Adrian Callaghan was smart. Wickedly smart.Every route I'd ever “stumbled” on to escape was purposely put there by him. Every “ray of sunlight”, every “cuff that was a little too loose”, or “door left slightly ajar”.It was him. All of it was him.And soon enough, I realised it was his own w
BRIANWeird.That was the only word for it.This felt… weird.It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen my father in years. It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected to run into him tonight either.But unlike last time, I had a strong feeling one of us wasn’t walking out of this room alive.“A pistol?” He glanced at the weapon in my hand, then back at me. “Are you sure that’s going to be enough?”I tilted slightly and scanned the darkness behind him.“Pretty much.”A quiet laugh slipped from his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and the expression wasn’t enough to pull my attention off the sniper positioned by the window.“That for me?” I asked.“Pretty much,” he said with a sigh. “But as you’ve already guessed, there’s a lot more where that came from.”He snatched a pistol from his belt and drew fast.I was faster.Before his finger could settle on the trigger, I shot the gun out of his hand.He watched it skid across the wooden floorboards, then looked back at me with an expression nowhere near
MASONLiam Lang was supposed to come down those stairs half an hour ago.I’d been counting. Every annoying second that ticked by brought a thicker wave of realisation.A realisation that bordered on one glaring truth:This company was dead.The age-old tales, chilling myths, and exaggerated truths were honestly the only things still keeping them in the headlines.As far as I was concerned, they wouldn’t last a week in Dakota.Oh well. Who was I to judge. New York had always felt… tsk. Never mind.I turned a little and peered past the wolves in tuxedos who thought my attention was aimed at them.It wasn’t.I scanned the room, searching for the girl in the red dress. No sign of her.“Where’s Tiffany?” I asked my henchwoman stationed beside me.“Said something about needing some fresh air,” Kayla answered quietly.“Did she?” I asked, unconvinced.She picked up a glass of champagne from the server that walked by us, then took a small sip before answering again.“Does it really matter wh
THEOI won’t say I haven’t been staring at her from across the room. I won’t say that every time I do, my blood doesn’t start boiling either.I will say… the fact that she’s been beside Mason Sinclair this entire time has my fists clenched so tightly they could tear the skin on my palms.I wanted to march down there, rip his arm away from her, then throw her over my shoulder and take her as far from all of this as I could get.But desperate as I was (and hated to admit it), I wasn’t stupid.We’d exchanged glances far too many times for her not to realise I was watching everything, and the fact that she hadn’t pulled away herself… told me everything I needed to know.They really were “partners.”Tch.I grabbed another two glasses of champagne from the server that walked past, but before I could down either, someone snatched both away.“I need those more than you do.” Mia downed both glasses in quick succession, then wiped the corner of her mouth fast enough to reveal her irritation. “T
BRIAN“There. I did it. I told him you're here. Now can you please… get your knee off my neck?!”No.Not yet.Not really. I'd knocked out the lot of them that led up here, but something beneath the noise in my head told me I'd had to put a bullet through someone pretty soon.They're all aware of the bounty on my head, after all.“Brian, please tell me you're not choking that man to death” her fluttery voice rang through the com in my ear.“No, I'm not” I pulled my knee off him, then punted him across the face, hard enough to crack his nose and render him unconscious. “Just… wiling away time.”“Uhuh” Mia murmured disbelievingly. “Well, Marcus isn't in the hall. I haven't seen Liam either, but I'm gonna guess from the way his fanboys are buzzing… he should here soon.”“Mika? What's the update on your end?”It took a while for her to answer, and I really doubted that it was because she was the only one of us outside. “Mika?” Mia re-echoed my words. “Is everything okay?”Still no answer.







