LOGINMaya
Because three years ago, I failed to.
The words settle inside the car and stay there, even though Declan’s father is thousands of miles away and I can only hear his voice faintly through the phone pressed against Declan’s ear. I don't need him to repeat himself. I heard enough, and judging by the way Declan has gone completely still beside me, so did he.
For several seconds, nobody speaks. Liam keeps driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but I see hi
MayaThe first gunshot changes everything.Until that moment, some stupid part of me is still treating this like every other time Declan has ordered me to stay somewhere while he walks toward danger. I'm angry. Frustrated. Standing beside the SUV with my arms folded so tightly across my chest that my fingers are digging into my ribs, replaying every argument I should've made differently and imagining all the ways I'm going to make him regret leaving me behind once he comes back.Then the gunfire starts. Not one shot. Several. Close enough that the sound bounces between the buildings and seems to come from everywhere at once.My entire body locks.Liam moves immediately, stepping directly in front of me while the three men Declan left behind spread around the SUV, weapons raised, attention turning toward every possible approach except the garage.I stare at the red roller door."What's happening?” Liam doesn't answer. "Liam."
DeclanI know Maya isn't going inside before the SUV has completely stopped.The garage sits halfway down a narrow industrial road, exactly the kind of place designed to disappear after dark, surrounded by shuttered units and rusting fences with enough blind corners to hide a fucking army. Cillian has beaten us here. Two black SUVs block the far end of the road while another sits across the entrance, and men are positioned everywhere I look, weapons visible, body armour on, every one of them prepared for whatever is waiting behind that red roller door.Then I see Ronan. Christ. He's pacing beside Cillian, weapon hanging loose in one hand while the other repeatedly drags through his hair. Back and forth. Six steps one way, turn, six steps back. His shoulders are too tight, his movements too quick, and even from inside the SUV I can see his eyes aren't right.Not drunk. Not high. Somewhere else. I've seen it before. We all have.There are things Rona
MayaI have packed a bag for dangerous situations far too many times since Declan Hayes came back into my life.The thought shouldn't be funny, and it isn't really, but I still find myself staring down at the open overnight bag on Declan's bed with something dangerously close to a laugh trapped in my throat. Jeans, underwear, two T-shirts, toiletries, my phone charger, one of Declan's hoodies that I shove inside without asking because at this point I think I've earned the right to steal his clothes. The entire thing takes less than five minutes, which is probably the most disturbing part. I've become good at this. Apparently there is a skill to deciding what you need when somebody might be trying to kill you, kidnap you, or scare you into forgetting something your own brain already buried once.Three years ago, I would've packed heels before a phone charger. Now I check whether Declan has put the small first-aid kit in his bag. I don't know whether that's growth
Declan"My father."The words come out of my mouth, but for a few seconds I don't actually understand them.I know the man in the photograph. Of course I fucking know him. He's younger, standing straighter, his hair darker than it is now, and there isn't a walking stick anywhere near him, but that's my father standing behind Maya outside a warehouse in Queens three years ago. Close enough that if she'd turned around, she would've seen him. Close enough that there's no possibility this is some coincidence I can explain away.And the bastard sat across from her in Ireland and said nothing.I take the laptop from Liam and enlarge the image until the pixels begin to blur. Maya moves closer beside me, her shoulder touching my arm as she studies the photograph. She's younger too. Hair tied up. White top. Completely unaware of the man behind her.Completely unaware of everything. "What was he doing there?" she asks."I don't know."Th
MayaBecause three years ago, I failed to.The words settle inside the car and stay there, even though Declan’s father is thousands of miles away and I can only hear his voice faintly through the phone pressed against Declan’s ear. I don't need him to repeat himself. I heard enough, and judging by the way Declan has gone completely still beside me, so did he.For several seconds, nobody speaks. Liam keeps driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but I see his hands tighten around the steering wheel. Declan looks different. Not angry exactly, although I know anger will come. It always does with him. This is something beneath it, something quieter and probably more dangerous because his father has just said something neither of us was prepared for.Declan finally leans forward, resting his elbow against his knee. "What the fuck does that mean?"His father says something I can't hear."No." Declan's voice hardens. "You don't get t
Declan“Hayes.” One fucking word, and suddenly the warehouse feels smaller.I stare at Maya while my brain tears through every possible explanation for why a bloodied man tied up in a warehouse three years ago would look at her and say my name. Not O’Rourke. Not Cillian. Not some Russian surname Liam would immediately recognize. Mine. The name my father gave me, the one I've spent most of my adult life making mean something separate from him, even though I know better than anyone that men like us never truly escape what our fathers leave behind.Maya watches me carefully, waiting for something, and I realize I've been silent too long. “Declan?" I look toward Liam instead of answering because he's already thinking the same thing I am. I can see it in the way his eyes narrow slightly, his attention moving from Maya to the phone on the floor and then back to me."Get everything," I tell him. "Phone, paper, prints if there are any, cam
ElenaI stay where I am for a second longer than I should, my back still pressed against the wall, my lungs working too hard as I try to steady my breathing. My heart hasn’t slowed since the auction. Since the car. Since him. Every word he said is still sitting in my head, sharp and suffocating: ma
CillianShe’s shaking. Trying not to show it. Trying to hold herself together like she still has some kind of control over this situation. She doesn’t.The elevator is silent except for the sound of her breathing, too fast, too uneven. I watch her from across the space, my hands in my pockets, taki
Chapter 2 CillianI don’t believe in fate. I believe in control. In power. In making decisions before anyone else even realizes there’s a choice to be made. That’s how you stay alive in my world. That’s how you stay on top.Which is exactly why I’m here. Not for the spectacle. Not for the fucking
ElenaThe necklace is worth more than my entire life. I can feel it. Cold diamonds wrapped tight around my throat like a warning I don’t understand.“Don’t touch it too much,” the event manager snaps as she adjusts it for the third time. “You’re modelling it, not fidgeting with it.”“I’m not…” I st







