INICIAR SESIÓNClydeIt felt… unreal, sitting there with her. Like none of the chaos had ever happened.Like we hadn’t lost everything, she was smiling, actually smiling.Her laughter came easy now, soft, light, unguarded and every time she laughed, it did something to my chest. Something tight. Something painful, because she didn’t remember.Not the pain. Not the love. Not me. And yet… she was here with me anyway.Listening as I spoke, as I filled in the blanks, some truths, sime lies.I told her about how we met, how she used to work at the hotel.That part was real, I told her how stubborn she was. Also real.But there were parts I skipped, parts I twisted, parts I buried.Because this version of us… this version deserved better, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to be that better version.An hour later, we walked back. The island had gone quiet.Most of the lights were dim now, the music gone, the laughter faded into the night.The party was over.Only a few guards remained scattered a
ClydeI didn’t go down, not immediately. From my office window, I could see everything.The beach. The lights.The way Sophia had turned something so broken into something… almost normal.Soft golden lights were strung across the palm trees, flickering gently as the evening breeze rolled in from the ocean. A long table had been set up, simple but elegant. Music played low in the background, nothing loud, just enough to fill the silence.My men were scattered around, some standing, some seated, eating, talking… laughing.Laughing, like the past few weeks hadn’t nearly destroyed all of us.I took a drag from my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs, then slowly exhaled.This was her welcome back party. A fresh start.And I couldn’t even gather the courage to face her, a soft knock came, but before I could respond, the door opened.Diego walked in.I was in my black shirt, and black pants. The same calm presence I always carried like armor.He glanced toward the window, then at me. “You
Clyde“She doesn’t fucking remember.”My voice came out rough. Broken. Not even loud, but it carried enough weight to silence the entire room.I kept pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth.My boots hit the marble floor in uneven rhythm, like my thoughts couldn’t settle, like my chest couldn’t breathe right.“She doesn’t remember,” I repeated, this time dragging a hand through my hair, gripping hard at the roots. “Not me. Not anything.”Silence, then I stopped, and turned to them.Diego. Sophia. And Scar.All staring at me like they didn’t know what to say. Like there was nothing to say. I laughed, but it was empty.“Her family is dead,” I said, my voice dropping lower now. Colder. “Every single one of them.”Sophia’s lips trembled. Diego shifted slightly.Scar just stood still, arms folded, watching me carefully.“And now…” I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening. “Now she doesn’t even remember they existed.”A pause. “And she doesn’t remember that she loved me.”That one hit harder, I f
Diego’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Soft… familiar… wrapped around me like it belonged there.Then the morning rays hit me, and it was morning already.Not fully bright yet. The sky was just beginning to lighten, that quiet moment before the sun actually shows itself. The kind of calm that never lasts.I stretched slightly, my body still heavy from the night before, and that’s when my hand brushed against, Sophia.She was right there, curled into me under the duvet, her skin warm against mine.A slow breath left my lips. Yeah… last night was long for us.I pulled her closer without thinking, my arm sliding around her waist, holding her against me. She stirred almost immediately, like she could feel me even in her sleep.Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes opened slowly. For a second, she just looked at me.Then she smiled.“Good morning…” I murmured, my voice still rough from sleep. My fingers brushed lightly against her cheek. “Hope you slept well, my love.”Her smile wid
DiegoBy the time we got back to the island, it was already past midnight.The whole place was quiet. The kind that made every step echo louder than it should.Scar peeled off the moment we landed, heading straight to check the perimeter, but I didn’t follow. My body was tired, my head worse, and all I wanted for a second was something cold to drink.I walked into the house, loosening my shirt as I went, then headed straight for the kitchen.That was when I saw the movement, I stilled instantly.My hand went for my gun, pulling it out slowly as I stepped forward, senses sharpening.Then the light caught her. Sophia.Sitting casually on the kitchen counter, one leg swinging slightly, a tub of ice cream in her hand like she owned the place.I lowered the gun with a quiet scoff, she glanced at it, then at me, completely unfazed. “If you want to shoot, shoot. You’re disturbing my peace.”I huffed, sliding the gun onto the counter. “What are you doing here?”She raised a brow like I’d aske
DiegoShe was still on top of me, my cock still inside her pussy, her body slumped against mine, our breaths tangled together in the quiet that followed. My hands rested on her back, holding her there like if I let go, the moment would disappear.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then suddenly, she laughed.Soft at first… then louder.It caught me off guard, and before I knew it, I was laughing too. Low, breathless, still trying to catch my air.I tilted my head slightly, looking down at her. “What’s funny?”She lifted her face from my chest, her cheeks flushed, eyes glowing in a way I hadn’t seen before.“Nothing… just—” she shook her head, still smiling. “This… us. It feels like something I used to dream about.”I raised a brow, a slow grin pulling at my lips. “Oh yeah?” I murmured. “Those dreams… were they wet ones?”She smacked my chest lightly, laughing. “Diego!”I chuckled, pulling her closer, enjoying how easily she fit against me.“But seriously…” she added, her voice s
The room felt smaller all of a sudden, as if the walls were inching closer, listening.“I am the man people fear,” Clyde continued, his voice rough. “The name whispered on roads people don’t come back from. I am the one mothers warn their sons about.”My hands curled into fists at my sides.“But I
AllisonI was seated when the door opened.My legs were crossed at the ankles, my back pressed stiffly against the chair as though sitting straighter could stop the tremor running through me.My breathing was uneven, harsh, each inhale scraping my chest like I’d been holding my breath for far too l
Three days.That’s how long she’s been gone. Disappeared like smoke in the wind. No calls. No texts. No trace.Three excruciating days without Allison, and still, I can't find the words to describe the slow, brutal agony of surviving each one. My lungs feel like they’ve forgotten how to breathe. Sl
Clyde’s POV The mart stank of blood, gasoline, and fear. A single overhead bulb flickered weakly, casting a yellowish hue over the bruised man kneeling at my feet. One of his eyes was swollen shut—a gift from Diego’s fists—and his cracked lips trembled with desperation.“Where is she?” I asked, my







