Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me ā or how deep Iād fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it wouldāve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isnāt over. There will be a Book Two ā and no, I still donāt know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if youāve made it this far with meš, you know hope is a dangerous thing). Thank you for the likes, the comments, and the Gems ā they were the only reason I kept going when the story got too...loud. --- BOOK 2 SYNOPSIS Tristan Medici has two goals: burn his uncleās empire to ash and stand once more on the rooftop where his entire world bled out dead. He was close. Too close. Until the news came ā a revelation so impossible, so gutting, it made him want to rip apart the only person heās ever truly loved. But that was then ā when life still held a little innocence...high school. This is no
"...breaking news tonight from St. Augustine Hospital regarding the tragic death of the only son of a local worker. Authorities have confirmed that Astor, 19, fell from the rooftop of this very hospital late last night in what officials are calling an apparent suicide....āMore ramblings from the reporter on TV, words I can barely register. I feel like a husk, a husk full of nothingness... as though my soul had been snapped into two.El Refugio is a kaleidoscope of colors; I can barely see the Boss through bloodshot eyes. He shouldnāt be standing this close to me, knowing what I could do.But it seemed as though he understood, for he had his goons surround my chair, while Al sits beside me, watching closely.It was Al whoād broken the news, the first person I saw after I revived in that white, empty room that contained only a bed and the drip attached to my wrist.Ripping it out didnāt hurt as much as it should. The excess bleeding didnāt kill me. Ripping off the soft wallpaper and po
MYLES What more do you have to lose before you realise it isn't meant to be...Myles... your mum is gone... her heart failed and...'...You should have left me there, why do you have to bring me out...''I'm sorry.''...What are you doing...''Retribution.'I'm at the center of her ward, shoulders slumped, staring at the empty hospital bed as if she might still be here, and all I needed to do was just wait and soon I'll be hearing her voice...Carino, are you okay, Carino...But... she's gone.I knew it before the mayor said it. The way he had clenched at the wheel, his voice when he cursed, hollow and weak, with every word he dropped, it lost meaning.I should have sensed it sooner though, when Diego dropped all of those cryptic words before he pulled the trigger on his own self. It was all because of this.Retribution."Sir," the nurse beside me breaks the silence, the pity in her eyes looking at me frozen on the floor, "You need to get treated."I looked back at the bed, feeling m
*You first.*I shut my eyes. I think of my mum, Tristan, and Jade, wishing Iād actually spent my time with them instead of hiding away like a maniac. Maybe in another lifeā¦Another bang. I stay still, waiting for the pain to hit, but once again, it doesnāt. Iām still on the floor, brows knitting in confusion, listening to grunts, fists slamming hard against skin, muscle, and boneāthen curses. One voice sounded likeā¦Diego?I opened my eyes, and there he wasāmy stepfather, right on top of Connor. The gun was out of reach beside them, and Diegoās fists slammed hard against Connorās face. It hit me thenāDiego was a burly man, something I never really noticed before.Did he come to save me? Pigs couldnāt fly though, so I had to be dreamingā¦āGet off me, swine,ā Connor struggled, but either Diegoās sudden rage was overpowering, or Connor was too dazed from all the beating.The gunfire outside resumed.āI told you,ā Diego roared into Connorās face, āI told you I was gonna get you if you dou
MYLESNo way outā¦The only window is barricaded with iron rods, ones I had desperately tried to pull down. But the air from the window gave me a clue as to where we really are ā the salty scent of the ocean brushing past my nose.Thereās nowhere to run to; the walls are thick. Itās been hours since I was left here, without anyone coming to check on me. Every time I hear footsteps, my heart skips, waiting for the lock to shift, but thereās nothing ā just the sound of their footsteps retreating.Iām still groggy, so after hours of pacing, Iām seated at the far end of the room, watching the door, waiting for the last step Iād hear before it all goes blank.I wrap my arms around my knees, shutting my eyes. Mum⦠Was she okay? Hopefully, the mayor was there and wouldnāt let Diego move her.Perhaps sheād be alright⦠Perhaps I should think of myself and not Tristan. But I canāt stop ā canāt stop wondering if staying away was the right choice. And now, like everything that involved me, he was
DOMENICO"Nico... Nico, what the hell are you doing? You know this won't work."Nico felt the cold chill run down his spine as the voice filtered into his ears, trying to infiltrate his numb senses."What do you know, brother?" he muttered, watching the smoke swirl up to the ceiling. "This isn't politics where you seduce your way into things."Nico stared at the city from his window. In Viktor's background, he could pick up the faint noise of traffic and his own car blazing down the road. He didn't need to be told he was being tracked.So predictable."Nico...""I can't get the memories out of my head." His voice was quiet, eyes on the light far away. "You used to drive so fast to get me out of trouble, arriving just seconds before I got my head blown off."Nico rubbed at his eyes, the silence on the other end of the line too loud. It settled ā the ghost of another time, memories he couldn't even reach.He let out a small chuckle. "The bar fights, we used to do it together. Remember w