LOGINThe sound of her heels echoed softly against the floor, swallowed whole by the sterile silence of the prison hallway. Each step felt like it was slowly bringing her closer to hell, but her back stayed straight and her head stayed high. She passed rows of locked doors, steel bars and bored guards, an
Three Months Later The fabric was soft against my skin, and so breathtaking that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I sat in front of the vanity, my hands folded in my lap and trying to breathe evenly as the stylist added one final pin to my hair. I'd always thought I'd cry on my wedding day, but I ha
I was still holding Ethan's hand when the door creaked open again. At first, I thought it was a nurse or maybe a detective back with some update about Marcus's arraignment. But then I saw a cane, and a face I hadn't expected to ever see again. Richard Jones. Ethan froze beside me as he stepped int
I could have sworn I was dead. But then I found myself waking up in a room that was too white and too quiet, and the air smelled like disinfectant and something sterile that clung to the back of my throat. My body ached in too many places to count, and I wasn't sure at first if I was dreaming or i
When I opened the door to my office, I half-expected a ghost. But the man sitting across from my desk wasn't a ghost, even though he looked eerily familiar. He was in his mid to late fifties, wearing a sharp blazer with a well-kept salt and pepper beard, and the kind of eyes that looked like they ha
CALLAHAN The cold hit me the second I stepped outside, but I lit the cigarette anyway. I hadn't touched one in over three years (not since the Donovan case) but something about watching a pregnant woman get wheeled out on a stretcher with a bullet hole through her chest just made the craving imposs
I woke up wrapped in Ethan's arms, with his breath feeling soft and warm against the back of my neck. For a a moment, everything was quiet and peaceful. It was Saturday, so there were no alarms or obligations. Just the two of us, and the soft rain outside. I shifted slightly in his embrace, and hi
I nodded without really hearing her. Because I wasn't sure if strength mattered anymore. Not when monsters walked into your home in the middle of the day and ripped the only good thing you had straight out of your arms. I was going to find her. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it.
And when I did, I was going to beat the crap out of him and rip his fucking throat out. I didn’t care that we were brothers. If he’d hurt the woman I loved in any way, then he had to pay. "Carlos," I said, “do you mind if I check Marcus's room for a bit?" “What for?” he asked, his eyes widening i
"That's... great, man,” I said as a forced a smile to my face. “Congratulations." There was a pause on the other end of the line, then he said, "You don't have to pretend. I know you don’t care. I just wanted to let you know." "I'm not pretending," I lied. Ethan didn't call me out on it. He just







