The words echoed in his head as he rushed back to the guest room, checked again.Still no Clara.He opened the closet. Her coat was gone. Her shoes, gone.The knife from the kitchen drawer?Gone.He felt his chest tighten.His phone buzzed again from the floor.Another message:Julian: Tell me Clara’s with you.Liam picked it up, hands trembling.He couldn’t answer.Because she wasn’t.And now… he knew where she’d gone.Clara sat on a sidewalk bench near the edge of the river, barefoot and dazed, her hair tangled, blood dried beneath her fingernails.A woman passed with a dog, then slowed.“You okay?” the woman asked gently.Clara smiled wide. Too wide.“Never better,” she whispered.The woman stepped back instinctively, then hurried away.Clara looked up at the sky.The smoke in the air still clung faintly to her skin. Her eyes stung, but she wasn’t sure if it was the air or her tears Liam’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. He didn’t even remember
Liam grinned.Julian swirled his drink, eyes unfocused. “Great. So we’re dealing with a vengeful ex, a broken woman, and now a baby.”“She’s not just ‘a broken woman,’” Liam said sharply.Julian didn’t respond.Jasper finally spoke, his tone calm but clipped. “You handle that. The Adrian stuff. Because I’m dealing with something else.”“What?” Liam asked.“The old shit,” Jasper said. “His real name is Malcom. And I think he made a deal with my father years ago. A contract. A powerful one.”Liam nodded slowly. “You’re both being targeted.”“Yeah,” Julian said with a bitter chuckle. “Welcome to the family.”Jasper checked his watch. “We’re out of time. You told us. Now go back to Clara.”Liam stood, but paused. “She’s still my sister.”He turned and walked out of the lounge.***Clara stirred as the front door shut softly. She didn’t open her eyes all the way, just enough to confirm Liam had gone.She waited.Five seconds.Ten.Then, slowly, she sat up, her breathing steady but her eye
“Do you want anything else?” Liam asked as he stood at the doorway, holding his keys.Clara, curled up on the couch with a blanket over her legs, looked up with tired eyes.“Pickles.”Liam blinked. “What?”“Pickles,” she repeated, a bit sheepishly. “And maybe strawberry ice cream.”He stared at her.“Together,” she added quietly.Liam made a face. “That’s disgusting.”“It’s not me,” Clara mumbled, resting a hand on her belly. “It’s your niece or nephew.”He smirked and nodded. “Alright, alright. I’m heading to the store now. Just rest.”Clara gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Liam. Really.”“Don’t get all emotional on me,” he said, grabbing his hoodie. “I’m still charging you rent for those pickles.”She laughed softly as he stepped out.At the Grocery Store – 20 Minutes LaterLiam walked down the aisle with a basket hanging from one arm , pickles, strawberry ice cream, bread, and bottled water already inside.He was scanning for Clara’s weird cereal craving when a voice behind him
Vivian cried out, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her, his thrusts getting harder, faster.“Oh god… I’m gonna cum.” he growled, he pulled out , cumming on her back, she fell onto the couch, watched him as he stood up to grab the cup of whiskey, he drank it in one breath without suspecting anything"Do you want to go another round ? " Vivian asked "but you're going to double the pay "“Fuck, of course.” he saidVivian opened her legs wide knowing that before he thrust into her thrice the drug would take effect.Mr Davenport knelt down, his mouth found her pussy, he licked it, his tongue playing with her clit. Vivian gasped, she tried to pull away but he held her firm, his tongue was everywhere.He stood up, his cock was hard and ready again, he entered her pussy with a deep thrust.Vivian let out a loud moan. “Fuck! That feels good.”He started thrusting fast and deep, his grip on her hips was tight.“Fuck me hard… fuck me hard!” Vivian cried, her pussy was soaking wet.“I’m gonna
"A picture of my dad younger self, found it when I was going through my mom stuffs, hoping to find something because I knew there has to be a reason why that man is after my family, found this symbol and a blurred face, but the face had the same tattoo on his neck.”“So do we, on our stomachs, an infinity dragon symbol.” Vivian said, trying to put everything together “This means Your father knew him... maybe even worked with him."The room went still.Jasper didn’t move. He stared at the items like they were cursed."Then maybe it’s time my father answers some questions," he said, his voice like steel.Vivian looked at Tasha. "What’s the plan?"Tasha gave her a half-smile. "Step one? You’re in. That changes everything."Vivian sighed and sat down. "Then let’s find some answers.”**The next day, Vivian, Jasper, and Tasha sat in Jasper’s study.“So the first thing we need to figure out,” Tasha said, arms crossed, “is what the hell Mr. Davenport did to that twisted old man that’s got hi
Tasha was already in bed, curled under her duvet with one leg sticking out, the universal symbol of I’m tired but I don’t want to die of heat. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.She groaned. “If that’s one more skincare ad…”She grabbed the phone, eyes squinting at the brightness.Jasper:Your friend is back.Meaning you are back.Get ready to be kidnapped tomorrow.And don’t bullshit me about being civilized.Tasha blinked.Then again.She stared at the message, expression blank.“Boy, get outta here,” she muttered and dropped the phone back on the table like it was cursed.She turned, fluffed her pillow with aggressive indifference, and went right back to sleep like she hadn’t just been threatened with a full-grown abduction.Tasha barely had time to stir the last spoon of cereal into her mouth when she heard the front door click open.She didn’t bother turning. “If you’re here to kidnap me,” she said flatly, “at least let me finish my breakfast.”The silence that followed wasn’t