LOGINI was already halfway to the door when I realised Matthew wasn't following me. I turned back just long enough to see him standing near the arcade cabinet, his phone pressed against his ear and his eyes fixed on the floor.He was going to catch up, I thought. I wondered who he was talking to, but I didn't have time to dwell on it because the only thing that mattered was getting to Red Hook and finding the man who knew where Ralph had been taken.“Mr. Aldwin,” Matthew said quietly, as he watched me disappear through the arcade entrance. “Speak.” Aldwin commanded.“I had to tell you before we head out again. We left for Doyers Street this morning, but she's heading somewhere else now.”Aldwin's response was immediate, his voice sharp and demanding. “Where?”“She met with a fixer at an arcade. He gave her some information, and now she's talking about going to Red Hook. She wants to find a man there – someone who might know where Ralph Townsend was taken.”There was a pause on the other e
“What exactly was this deal? What was he building for them?” I was beginning to panic. “You probably know him as a tech smart ass, but Ralph's the real deal. He built a multi-layered APT (advanced persistent threat) framework designed for high-level digital heists – a malicious system that doesn't just track targets; it bypasses hardened security and pivots through monitored systems to access classified intelligence, encrypted data, you name it. He's that good. They chose the right person.” “Oh my God!” I covered my mouth with both hands, reeling in disbelief. It seemed like I was hearing about someone unknown and not Ralph. “What exactly do they want from him now?” The fixer scoffed. “They had paid him a huge sum, so they let him be for the whole year, knowing he would have spent all that money once he got comfortable. It was a trap, and Ralph fell for it. Now they're back and they want their money – either that, or Ralph continues what he started, and he wasn't ready to go on wi
The fixer reached into the takeout bag with one hand, his eyes never leaving mine, and pulled out a thick envelope. He didn't count the bills inside – he just flipped through them quickly and tucked the envelope into the front pocket of his hoodie. “I gave you a name.” “Ralph Townsend,” he said, turning fully to me. “You want to know if he was into something he shouldn't have been into. If that something got him taken.” “I want to know who took him,” I said, without batting an eye. “And where they took him.” The fixer shook his head slowly. “That's not how this works. I don't find people, I find information, and what you do with it after I give it to you is your problem.” I swallowed the frustration rising in my throat and nodded. “Fine. Then give me what you’ve got.” “How affiliated are you with this… Townsend?” Ralph's name didn't sound nice coming from his mouth, and that irritated me. “Who the fuck are you to judge?” I spat. “Easy,” his eyes widened in shock. “I'm not jud
The GPS led us deeper into a part of the city I had only heard about. Matthew drove to a corner in Bowery to park the car, and the moment he turned the engine off, he took a long worried sigh, still gripping the steering wheel. “We don't have to do this,” he said quietly, not looking at me. “We can still turn around.” “I didn't come all this way to turn around.” I reached for the door handle before I could change my mind.Matthew followed closely beside me, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating off him, and I hated how grateful I was for his presence. We walked from Bowery to Doyers Street. It wasn't the kind of place you went for fun. As we approached, the fear crept in slowly, starting at the base of my spine and working its way up until my shoulders were tight and my breathing had gone shallow. This wasn't my world, and I had no business being here. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to turn around and not look back, but I was too determined. Because I t
Those words sent a shiver down my spine. “Whoever they are, they're smart too. They watched him closely, waiting for the perfect time to hit, waiting for someone his disappearance could be tied to, and that thieving fool brought them straight to me. Of course, they'd seize the one solid opportunity – one that would completely wipe off any possible traces back to them – and I, Aldwin Ellison, was the perfect bait. And you expect me to be considerate.” He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath with his fingers folded over his lips. “Have you ever wondered what could go wrong?” His demeanor changed to a calm one, making me seem guilty. “All you think about is Ralph, asshole.” He cursed. “Have you ever thought about me for once? What could go wrong with the company? When you were stealing those documents you were destroying what I was trying to build. Did it ever cross your mind what could happen to my business?” He succeeded in making me feel guilt. “You never did. But you paint me
I had been in my space since I got back this morning, and had all my meals in my suite. I had drawn the curtains shut since I returned, avoiding everything that had to do with the outside world. Ralph had made my stay in this mansion livable since we got back together, and now that he was nowhere, I was beginning to cave in. I didn't want to see the night either, and my mind refused to quiet down. Ralph's voice on the phone was still clear and ringing in my head – the panic in his tone when he said they were following him, the sound of the crash that had ended everything – it haunted me. I heard the door open, interrupting my thoughts. Aldwin walked in without knocking, which wasn't unusual for him, but he had this aura that made him almost unrecognisable – calm, like he was making an effort not to startle me. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, and the mattress dipped under his weight. For a moment, he didn't say anything. He just sat there, looking at
My discomfort affected my sleep, too. My first night in this mansion was much easier falling asleep than tonight, after three years of making it my home. I had nightmares of myself drowning in a well while everyone watched. My mom. Lisa too. Aldwin didn’t even blink. No one gave a fuck or even att
It's been three years. Three years of this glided embarrassment. I was hoping it would be different this time, at least there was a good reason for not showing up in the past two years even though it was intentional.I put all my effort into planning the anniversary party, hoping it would be differ
“Now be obedient and do as I say.” He sat back on the chair. I hesitated, but the words found their way somehow. “Have you ever thought about how I feel? For once?” “How you feel? It doesn't matter. We do it my way. Your feelings don't matter here,” he said with a dark smirk. “Then I'm not up f
“You don't have to. I'm a chef remember?” I said enthusiastically, a smile curving around my lips. “I don't give a fuck what you were. That's not what you're here for. I have a chef. Where's John?” He turned to Celine, who stood a few steps away. She trembled. John walked in just then. “Sir Aldw







