LOGINClyde’s PovThe car had barely come to a stop before I threw the door open and stepped out.I was dressed for war, with two shotguns in my hands and murder on my mind. My boots crunched over broken glass, empty bullet casings, and the bodies scattered across the ground.The entire place looked like a battlefield.Earlier we had received information about where Allison was and immediately set off. Azia’s property had been turned upside down. Cars were damaged, windows shattered, and blood stained the ground. A few of my men moved around the compound, checking the bodies and searching for anyone who might still be alive.But I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of that. My wife was supposed to be here.But instead the war got here before me, and she is still missing.I tightened my grip on the shotguns and marched toward the house. Diego followed closely behind me, his gun raised as several of our men spread out to secure the remaining areas.The moment I stepped inside, I saw the
Allison’s PovI had no idea how long we had been driving.My eyes were covered for most of the journey, and I was too shaken to keep track of time. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since we escaped the first attack. Every time the car slowed down or made a turn, I wondered if someone was about to open the door and drag me out.I was still trembling when the car finally stopped.“We’re here,” Clara said softly.The door opened, and she helped me out. My legs felt weak beneath me, and I had to hold on to her for support.Then I saw him.A familiar man was walking toward us, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. It took me a moment to recognize him, but when I did, my eyes widened.Azia.The same man whose house Clara had taken me to the first time I ran away from Clyde.He smiled when he saw us, then pulled Clara into a hug.“Look who’s back,” he said, kissing her forehead before turning to me. His eyes moved over my face, and he shook his head. “You look like shit, Alli, but
Her family was alive. And she was somewhere out there believing they were dead.Their mother started crying.“You and your father have put my family through so much.”I lowered my eyes.“We were kidnapped. We were kept prisoners for months. I haven’t seen my child.”Her voice broke. “And now I don’t even know where my baby girl is.”She looked at me. Then I spilled the news hanging in my throat.“She’s pregnant.”They all gasped. Her mother's eyes dropped to the pregnancy test I had brought with me.She picked it up with trembling fingers.“She’s pregnant?”“Yes.”She pressed it against her chest. “My baby…”Juliet immediately wrapped an arm around her.“Mama.”Their mother cried harder.“I haven’t seen her. I haven’t held her. I don’t even know what she’s going through.”I swallowed as I dropped more news. “She lost her memory.”The room went quiet. “What?”“After everything that happened, Allison lost her memory.”Their mother stared at me. “She didn’t remember us?”“No.”“She did
Clyde’s Pov Diego drove in silence. I sat in the passenger seat, staring through the windshield as the city slowly disappeared behind us. Neither of us had said much since we left. My hands were clasped together, but I kept rubbing my thumb against my palm without realizing it. I wasn’t nervous about the meeting. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. Diego eventually turned into a quiet street and stopped in front of one of my buildings. I looked at him and switched off the engine. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. Then I exhaled. “What do I even say to them?” Diego turned toward me. “You don’t have to say much.” “I don’t know what to say.” He reached over and held my hand. “Just act normal.” I gave him a look. “Normal?” “You know what I mean.” I looked down at our hands. “They’ve seen me as a monster.” Diego’s expression softened. “But you’re not a monster.” I said nothing. “You’re the person who saved them,” he continued. I swallowed. Maybe. Or maybe
Allison’s PovThe rain had not stopped since that morning.It had started as a light drizzle, tapping softly against the windows of the small house, but by midnight, it had turned into a violent downpour. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, and every few seconds, lightning flashed across the dark sky.I sat by the window, staring into the darkness. My hands were wrapped around my stomach.I was still trying to understand how my entire life had changed in less than twenty-four hours.Yesterday, I had been a bride. Today, I was a fugitive running from my husband.I turned my head and looked at the man sitting a few feet away from me.William. My childhood friend.The boy who had known me before Clyde. Before the lies, before I had become someone else’s obsession.He sat quietly in his wheelchair, his eyes fixed on me.I had cried when I saw him. I had cried so much that my chest hurt.The moment I walked through that door and seen him sitting there, alive, I had forgotten everythi
Clyde’s PovI should have known.That was the only thought repeating inside my head.I should have known. I sat alone in our bedroom, staring at the piece of paper in my hand.My hand was bleeding, but I barely felt it.The shattered remains of a whiskey glass lay scattered across the floor beside me, but the pain from the cuts was nothing compared to the pain ripping through my chest.I should have known. The paper trembled between my fingers.Only two words. Two fucking words.*I remember.*Blood from my injured hand had soaked into the edges of the note, smearing the ink.I couldn’t stop staring at it, couldn’t stop reading it.Couldn’t stop reliving every moment of the day. My wedding day.The happiest day of my life. The day I married the woman I loved.Was the same day she left me. A bitter laugh escaped me.Then another. Soon it sounded almost insane, because what kind of idiot was I?She had been acting strange all day, quiet and distant. Also nervous.Her smiles hadn’t reache
*Years ago…*"Don't you fucking talk back at me, you cunt!" *Slap!* "No, Alaric, please…" Mom screamed at him, their fight echoing through the walls of the house. I stayed hidden in the closet where Mom had locked me. It was like this every night. That devil would come home drunk. So many t
"Go faster, Diego!" I yell. The tension is high as we drive at full speed.We have to arrive as soon as possible. fuck! We should have taken the private jet for this mission.Our intel sent word of Rence's whereabouts a few hours ago, the bastard was hiding in a small town outside the city. My men
Allison’s POV Clyde held my hand firmly as we walked through the dimly lit corridors, stopping in front of a door. I watched him pull a key from his pocket, my heart racing with anticipation. With a quick turn, the door creaked open, and we stepped into the dark room. He gestured for me to wa
Allison’s POV That night, I couldn’t sleep. Tossing from one end of my bed to the other, I kept replaying everything—the way he looked, the way he moved, the way my body had betrayed me in his presence. I still couldn’t believe my wish had come true: seeing Mr. Gorgeous again, and so soon. My heart







