CONTROL

Alina's POV

I barely had a chance to say hello before my father's voice came through, filled with anger. “Where the hell are you?” His words were tense, barely masking his fury. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“I’m safe, Dad,” I replied, trying to calm him down.

“Safe? You're with three criminals who are taking advantage of you. Alina, listen carefully. You need to come home right now, or I’m going to take actions you won’t like.”

My heart raced.  “What does that mean?”

“It means I have legal orders ready to go after all three of them. They are involved in drugs, human trafficking, and organized crime. The evidence is solid. I’ll proceed tomorrow if you don’t come home.”

His words hung in the air like a dark cloud.

“You’re just trying to scare me,” I said, though I could feel my voice trembling.

“Am I? I didn’t build my career by making empty threats. I can have them arrested instantly. Their lives would be ruined. Everything they’ve built would be gone.”

My chest tightened as I glanced around the room, suddenly realizing how many people relied on this place and these men. Employees, families connected to the group in ways I didn’t entirely understand.

“If I come home,” I said slowly, “what will happen to them?”

“They’d be safe from any charges. We pretend this never happened, and you can return to your life – college applications, your future, everything you’re supposed to have.”

“Controlled by you,” I said quietly.

“Protected by me,” he corrected, making me feel even more frustrated. “Sweetheart, I’ve spent your entire life keeping you safe. Everything I do is for you.”

But it wasn’t really for me; it was for him. His need for control, for his image. After twenty-one years in his well-constructed world, I realized he disguised it as love.

“I’m staying,” I said before I could change my mind.

There was silence on the line.

“Alina—”

“You’ve controlled every choice I’ve made in my life. Every relationship, every decision. You hide it as love, but it’s possession. These men are honest about what they want. They don’t pretend their control is protection.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Then let it be my mistake to make,” I said firmly.

I hung up, my hands shaking as I put the phone down. The door swung open, and Maddox and Ronan stood there, their faces hard to read.

“He threatened us,” I said. “He’ll have you all arrested if I don’t come home.”

Maddox and Ronan exchanged a look, a silent conversation I didn’t comprehend. Ronan’s jaw tightened slightly.

“We need an emergency meeting,” Ronan said.

The meeting room buzzed with urgency as members of the group came in—newcomers, veterans, leaders. Jaxon stood at the head of the table, looking furious. Maddox leaned against the wall, his usual smile gone. Ronan sat calmly, but I could see he was calculating.

“Hart is preparing legal charges,” Ronan announced. “He’s given Alina an ultimatum—either she comes home, or he destroys us.”

“Then we should get rid of him,” Viper said immediately. “No Commissioner Hart, no problem.”

“That would only create more problems,” Ronan replied coldly. “Killing a police commissioner would bring federal attention. The FBI would swarm Chicago.”

“Then we just leave,” Maddox suggested, which caught everyone’s attention. “We have safe houses, money, and contacts outside the country. We can disappear.”

“And leave everything we have behind—everything we've built?” Jaxon growled. “No. We fight.”

“Fighting gets us killed,” Maddox shot back.

I could feel the tension rising between them—three men with completely different ideas about survival.

“We need to hear what Alina wants to do,” Ronan said, locking eyes with me.

Everyone turned to look at me, their expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders. My heart raced. All these people, all their futures hinged on my decision right now.

“I’m staying,” I said, my voice steady despite my fear. “I won’t run away. I won’t hide. I’m not going home.”

“That’s suicide,” Viper said bluntly.

“That’s defiance,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “My dad uses legal threats to scare people into running or hiding, but I won’t give him that power. I’m going to stay here and show him I’m not the sheltered daughter he thinks I am.”

Jaxon’s face softened slightly—something like respect flickered across his features. 

“Then we prepare to fight,” he decided.

He was right. I had made my choice, and the stakes had changed. This wasn’t just about romance or control anymore. It was about survival.

Before anyone could respond, a newcomer burst through the door, breathless. “We’ve spotted federal agents three blocks from here. They’re coming from the north and east.”

The room erupted into chaos.  

“Get into position!” Jaxon shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.  

Everyone moved quickly, grabbing their gear and making their way to the exits with military precision. Almost immediately, the sharp sounds of gunfire rang out, bouncing off the walls of the compound.  

This was real; it felt like a scene from a movie but wasn’t.  

“Let’s go!” Maddox said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the back of the building. “We need to get to the bikes.”  

We dashed through the hallways as chaos unfolded around us. The noise of gunfire was overwhelming. Through a window, I caught sight of federal agents crashing through the front gate.  

The garage was buzzing with activity. People were grabbing motorcycles, getting ready to escape. Maddox led me to a sleek black Harley and swung his leg over it.  

“Get on,” he instructed, his voice steady amidst the chaos.  

I climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I could feel his heart racing, a surprising reminder that beneath his tough exterior, he was just as affected by this situation as I was.  

“Hold on tight,” he said.  

The engine roared to life, and we shot towards the exit just as federal agents burst through the hallway. Bullets whizzed past us, but we were moving too fast to worry.  

Maddox navigated the winding tunnels beneath the compound with the skill of someone who had planned this escape for years. Riding with him felt effortless, like the bike was part of him—quick, smooth, and unstoppable.  

We burst out into the dim light of dawn, the city stretching out before us like both a promise and a threat. I could still hear sirens in the distance, but they were fading away.  

My body buzzed with electricity. Adrenaline surged through me, mixed with a new, unexpected feeling—a deep craving for adventure. I felt alive in a way I had never felt before. All my previous experiences—the fancy charity events, applying for college, my perfectly laid-out future—seemed like I had been sleepwalking through life.  

This was truly living.  

When we finally reached the safe house—a worn brownstone in a neighborhood where Hart’s people wouldn’t think to look—the sun was just starting to rise.  

I stumbled off the bike, my legs shaky and my entire body pulsing with adrenaline and something deeper. Maddox steadied me, his hand on my back.  

“You did really well back there,” he said quietly.  

But as I stood there, watching the sun rise over a city that might never feel safe again, I fully understood what I had done. I had destroyed my father’s world, and in doing so, I had committed myself completely to this new life.  

There was no going back now.