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Chapter 116 — The Statement (Tristan/Löwe)
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Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother Chapter 116 — The Statement (Tristan/Löwe)
The afternoon light in Paraty was different from any other I had ever seen.It wasn’t the cold, gray light of Munich, nor the artificial light of the press studios where Cassius used to pose for photos. It was a golden, soft light that came from the sea and spread across the veranda like melted honey.Aurora was by my side, arms crossed over her chest, eyes fixed on the horizon.Her dark hair, now short, swayed with the breeze. She was pale — not from fear, but from exhaustion. The last few days had been a hurricane. The escapes, Raphaël’s rescue, Cassius’s capture.The hours in the hospital, waiting for news, waiting for the doctors to confirm what we already knew: Raphaël would live.Hours earlier, I had bleached my hair and dyed it back to its natural color. I needed to look normal, not like a fugitive.“Are you ready?” she asked, without turning her face.“No.” The answer was honest. “But I have no choice.”“There’s always a choice.”“Not this one. Not now.”She turned, finally, a
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I descended the embankment carefully, feet slipping on the loose dirt, hands steady on the pistol.The car was on its side, doors crushed, windows shattered. The smell of gasoline and blood filled the air, sweet and sour at the same time.The driver was partially outside the vehicle, body twisted in an angle no human being should occupy.His eyes were open, fixed on nothing.Dead.I walked past him without looking. I didn’t care.Cassius was in the back seat — or what remained of it. The dark suit was torn, stained with blood.His face was marked by cuts and bruises. One of his legs was trapped under the crushed metal, and he groaned — a low, hoarse sound from someone who was alive against all odds.“Tristan,” he whispered, eyes glazed with pain. “Help me.”“I will help.” I knelt beside him, pistol still in hand. “But first, I want to hear you beg.”“What?”“You spent your entire life taking. Killing. Destroying. Now I want to hear you beg.”Cassius’s face contorted — not from physica
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The motorcycle howled on the dark road like a hungry animal.Cassius’s sedan headlights danced ahead.The beast inside me wasn’t thinking. It wasn’t planning. It wasn’t hesitating. It was only hunting.I accelerated.The wind cut my face, eyes watering, hands firm on the handlebars.The motorcycle engine roared between my legs, pulsing in the same rhythm as my fury.The road was pitted, full of treacherous curves, flanked by dark embankments that dropped into nothingness.Cassius didn’t know that terrain. I did.I had studied every inch of those roads on the plane. Every bridge, every detour, every possible escape route.Mateo and Zahir had mapped the entire region, turning every kilometer into a calculated battlefield.I accelerated again. The sedan was less than five hundred meters away.“He’s trying to lose you on the next curve,” Zahir warned over the earpiece, voice calm, methodical. “The drone shows a fork ahead. The left road leads to the city. The right one, to nowhere.”“He’l
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The phone vibrated in the vest pocket just as we were positioned.The pattern was specific — the number I didn’t want to answer, but knew I needed to.Cassius.Mateo looked at me from the driver’s seat, eyes narrowed. Luca, in the back, already held the pistol with white-knuckled tension. Zahir, in the passenger seat, adjusted his earpiece, face calm, eyes fixed on the drone monitors flying over the area.“Answer it,” Zahir said. “Find out what he wants.”I answered.“Tristan.” My father’s voice was calm, controlled, as if discussing the weather, not my best friend’s life. “I imagine you already know about my… guest.”“Where is he?”“You thought I was going to make it easy?” He laughed, a dry, humorless sound. “I want you to come alone to the abandoned warehouse in the industrial sector. I’ll send the coordinates. If I see anyone other than you, Raphaël dies. If I suspect anything, he dies. If you take longer than an hour, he dies.”“Cassius…”“Alone, Tristan. Don’t test my patience.”
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