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Chapter Seventeen: And I Will.
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Broken Wings Chapter Eighteen: System Corruption
The low hum of the station felt sharper that morning—like the city itself was holding its breath. Reyes leaned against the board cluttered with missing persons reports, his eyes fixed on a photo thumbtacked near the center. Cold cases. Forgotten names. But not to him.Morgan sat at his desk nearby, skimming paperwork, tapping a pen rhythmically against the edge of a file. The silence was broken by a brisk knock.Jonas, one of the forensic techs, stepped in, still in his lab coat, a clipboard hugged to his chest. His expression was tense.“Detectives,” he said, clearing his throat. “We pulled some results from the debris at the farmhouse.”Reyes turned immediately. Morgan straightened. “Go on.”Jonas stepped inside, lowering his voice. “We recovered fragments of old mattresses beneath the foundation—charred, degraded, but intact enough in parts. Took a while, but we managed to extract traces of biological material.”Reyes’s brow furrowed. “You get a match?”Jonas nodded. “Several parti
Broken Wings Chapter Seventeen: And I Will.
The door slammed open with a violent clang against the wall, making the girls inside flinch.Ozzy stood in the frame, his bulk casting a shadow over the dressing room. His face twisted in irritation, eyes bloodshot, breath sour with smoke and booze. He grabbed at the small figure beside him, shoving her forward with a rough hand.Dollface stumbled inside, her hair a mess, mascara smudged under her eyes. She looked smaller than usual. Broken. Her arms curled around herself, trembling.Ozzy’s voice boomed, gravelly and mean. “Get her ready for tonight. I don’t give a shit how—just make her look decent. She must be up on the stage tonight.”Raven stood frozen, halfway through slipping on her boots. Ivy dropped her lipstick, already moving toward the shaking girl.Ozzy scowled, scanning the room like it offended him. “Fucking cop comes around and suddenly no one knows how to do their job. Always sticking his nose where it don’t belong. Always at the worst time—ruining the mood. Ruins the
Broken Wings Chapter Sixteen: I Can.
Raven’s eyes snapped open to silence.She lay still, heart pounding, staring at the ceiling as her ears strained for any sign of him—Riko’s boots, the bathroom door, the creak of leather from the couch. Nothing.She shifted slightly, muscles stiff from the night before. The dull sting in her arm reminded her of what came after—the familiar burn where he’d slipped the needle in, like a twisted lullaby.She sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall away from her. For a moment, she just sat there—her skin cold, her chest hollow.Then: Sophie.Her breath caught.She stood fast, unsteady, and padded through the apartment—checking each room like prey checking for a predator.Bathroom: empty. Kitchen: quiet. Living room: undisturbed.She moved to the window and parted the curtain with two fingers. Riko’s car was gone.Her chest loosened just enough for her to breathe again.She rushed back into the bedroom, dropped to her knees, and reached under the mattress. Her fingers closed around the burn
Broken Wings Chapter Fifteen: No One But You
Just outside the front door of the Red Velvet, the sidewalk pulsed with soft red light from the club’s neon sign. A few people lingered nearby—drunk patrons laughing too loudly, heels clicking, a car idling at the curb. Music thumped faintly through the walls, but out here, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and tension.Milo stood near the entrance, leaning against the railing, dragging on a cigarette like it owed him something.Footsteps echoed.Milo looked up—and stiffened. His eyes narrowed.Detective Jackson Reyes.He walked with that casual, unbothered stride—hands in the pockets of his jacket, expression unreadable, eyes sharp as razors.“You lost, cop?” Milo asked, voice low and amused, exhaling smoke through his nose.Reyes stopped a few steps away, standing in plain view, right in front of everyone.“Just getting some air,” he said coolly. “And maybe a better look at the kind of rat who crawls behind girls’ backs and calls it business.”Milo’s smirk faded. “You better wa
Broken Wings Chapter Fourteen: In His Arms.
The office felt colder than usual, like the walls were holding their breath. The door clicked shut behind Luis, a thick envelope in hand, edges crisp and official.He tossed the envelope onto the desk, where it landed with a weight heavier than paper.“Beckett sent it,” Luis muttered. “Said it’s the guy who’s been sniffing around.”Riko didn’t move at first. Just stared at the envelope. Then slowly reached for it, sliding out the file inside.A formal portrait stared back—Detective Inspector Jackson Reyes. Clean-shaven, steel-gray eyes, badge number typed in black below the photo. Another photo: a cropped ID shot. Another—him outside the courthouse in plain clothes. These came from a station database.Riko’s jaw tightened. “This is the guy?”“Yeah,” Luis said. “That’s D.I. Jackson Reyes. Narcotics turned violent crimes. Known for digging when no one wants him to.”“He was posted near the club two nights in a row. Just sitting in his car. Didn’t even try to hide it.” Milo scoffed. “He’
Broken Wings Chapter Thirteen: Not Alone.
The room was dim, lit only by the amber flicker of a streetlamp outside the window. A fan hummed weakly in the corner. Raven lay curled beneath a threadbare blanket on the couch, one arm draped over her eyes, her breath steady in sleep.The door slammed.She jolted upright, heart pounding against her ribs—confused, disoriented.Riko stood in the doorway, chest heaving, soaked in rain and rage. His jacket hit the floor like a warning. Boots stomped across the room.“Riko—?” Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep. “What… you came back?”He didn’t answer.His hand yanked the blanket off her, exposing the tank top and shorts she wore to sleep. She blinked, shielding her eyes as he flipped on the overhead light.“Who the fuck was he?” Riko’s voice was low—dangerous.She stared up at him, confused. “What are you—?”“The guy. At the club. The one you smiled at like he was yours.”Her stomach dropped. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t—”“Don’t play dumb with me, Raven.” His
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