LOGINEmber's Pov
I resumed immediately, not ready to waste any more time. I was dead serious about not going back to Kelvin even in my dreams. My plan was to stay here till I had enough money to flee the country, I would go to the other side of the world and start afresh with a new identity. Kelvin wouldn't be able to find me there.
I was given a simple uniform and shown where the kitchen, cleaning supplies and everything were. The man who did the tour introduced himself as Duke and was surprisingly very friendly. He had orange hair and his baby face made him look innocent and younger. I remembered he was one of the men who dragged me out of Kelvin's house, I was so scared then to get a good look at his face.
It was awkward at first as I still had some fear towards him after last time, but after some minutes touring, I finally got some courage to ask him some questions that had been bothering me.
“So this is the kitchen, those cabinets are supposed to be full of ingredients, but we mostly order food instead. I cook simple meals on occasion, though I haven't in a while because business has been busy. Just write down what you need for a week, and I'll get it for you,” he said casually, like he wasn't talking to a kidnapped victim. What part of this was normal to him?
I nodded in understanding and asked cautiously.
“Um, I know this is unrelated but what business do you people do?”
He gave me an incredulous look and asked back, “You don't know who we are?”
I shook my head in the negative and he doubled over in shock, “Have you been living under a rock? How do you not know the Arcane men, the biggest Mafia gang in the country?”
It was my turn to double over in shock, this was a Mafia gang? It was bigger than I thought. Being holed up in Kelvin's house, treating wound after wound, secluded me from making friends and made me unaware of what was happening around me. I have never seen a Mafia in real life but I have watched movies about them. Everything now made so much sense, the debtors and the killings. To think such an innocent face like Duke was involved in such illegal shenanigans… from the open killing last time, I could guess the police were scared of them too. They literally owned the town.
“Uhm… Do you know if Mr Aaron is serious about selling me to investors?” I asked again in a more nervous voice, now that I knew who he was, I was sure he had the connections to do that, and that realisation scared me.
“Oh, he's serious, no doubts about that”, Duke answered without missing a beat, and my heart fell. Then he added, “But then again, you are the first girl he's bringing home and given a chance to earn her keep… so good luck and try to avoid getting on his bad side”
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Duke had gotten everything on my list and more, the entire dining table was filled with food that would last for more than a month. Thankfully, one of my ex-foster parents owned a restaurant and I was made to cook and serve customers non-stop, so my cooking skills were very good… I never knew I would be this grateful for such a bad experience.
I was slowly sorting out the items when Mr. A walked in. I greeted him and he grunted in reply and started walking away while I took the pack of eggs inside the kitchen. I came back out to see him with a bag of chips, probably from the counter. He was on the living room couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone and taking out a chip to eat.
I wanted to ignore him and continue what I was doing when I noticed the type of chips he was eating. I knew about the chips cause it was my favourite, it was a chocolate-flavoured one, and I remember Duke had told me he was allergic to chocolate. My eyes widened in shock and in that moment, I rushed towards him to stop him from putting it in his mouth.
Luckily, I arrived just in time to slap the chip from his hands before it entered his mouth, but at the same time, I lost my footing and fell on him.
“What the hell?” I heard him cuss, and I was immediately flipped over, and he was on top now with his huge body caging my petite ones. Our faces were inches apart, and each other's breath fanned our faces. Time felt like it was still as we remained in that position for a few seconds longer, his green eyes captivated me, it reminded me of forest greens and I had a soft side for nature.
Does that mean I have a soft side for Mr Aaron?
Whoa, where was that thought coming from? I immediately brought myself back to reality and tried to get out of such a compromising position. He got the memo too and moved away with the speed of lightning like I was poison.
He cleared his throat and asked as he picked up his phone, “Care to explain what that was for?”
“Sorry, Sir, I noticed you were about to eat a chocolate-flavoured chip, and Mr Duke said you are allergic to chocolate”, I explained as I got up to clean up the chips on the floor.
“Oh! Just talking would have stopped me” he said as he got up too.
“Sorry, I panicked that it would be too late”, I apologised again with my head slightly bowed.
He grunted in response and just left without a reply, I couldn't resist rolling my eyes and huffing. Such an arrogant man, he couldn't even say thank you to me for literally saving his life.
You would think the so-called Mafia leader of a deadly gang would be more cautious about eating something that could kill him.
I sighed and took the bag of opened chips and was about to return it to the kitchen when I saw a piece of paper on the couch. Aaron must have forgotten it when he left.
I couldn't push aside my curiosity and took the paper to see what was in it and what I saw made me stagger backwards weakly
Ember’s POVThe smoke burned my lungs, thick and bitter as ash. My legs buckled halfway down the cliff, but I forced them to move. Every rock scraped my palms raw, every breath tasted like fire.And then that voice.That voice I hadn’t heard since the night everything was stolen from me.“Hello, Ember.”My head whipped up.Through the curtain of smoke and flame stood a figure carved from my past broad-shouldered, unhurried, smiling like he’d been pulling the strings all along. My heart stopped.“James,” I whispered.Not possible. Not him. He was dead. He had to be dead.But the man on the ledge was alive, very much alive, and watching me like a spider watches a fly that’s already tangled in its web.The quarry shook again as another explosion thundered from somewhere deep in the pit. My ears rang. I turned back to the ground below Kade, bleeding and staggering, Aaron stalking behind him with that cold precision.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t choose.“Kade!” I screamed, voice cracking
Ember’s POVThe river swallowed us whole.Spray slapped my face as the speedboat tore through the current. Every jolt rattled my bones, but I didn’t loosen my grip on the gunwale or the flash drive clenched in my fist. The ledger was pressed under my shirt, soaked but still intact.Behind us the jetty shrank to a smear of wood in the darkness. No gunfire now—just the roar of the engine and the hiss of rain. My ears rang with the echo of that last shot, the one Aaron had fired at Kade.I twisted around, straining for one more glimpse, but the bend in the river had swallowed them. Nothing but black water and trees.Kade.The name hurt more than the cold.The repairman kept his eyes on the channel, hands sure on the wheel. His shoulders were hunched, as though expecting a bullet in his back at any second.“Sit lower,” he shouted over the wind. “If they’re still shooting, you’re a beacon.”I crouched in the footwell, arms wrapped around my knees. Rain plastered my hair to my skull. My bod
Ember’s POVThe world went sideways.For one dizzy heartbeat there was only air and rain and the sickening sense of falling. Then my feet hit the slope of wet gravel beyond the wall and slid out from under me. I tumbled down the embankment, stones scraping my palms, the ledger thudding against my ribs like a second heart.I landed hard on my side at the edge of the road. The smell of tar and rain filled my nose. My ears rang. Somewhere behind me—on the other side of the wall—Aaron shouted my name, voice sharp enough to cut the storm.Headlights seared my eyes. A black SUV hurtled toward me, tires spitting up water. For a split second I thought it was one of Aaron’s, that I’d leapt straight into his jaws. Then the vehicle braked hard, skidding to a stop so close I could see my reflection in its chrome grill.The driver’s door flew open. A man jumped out, tall, lean, a hood shadowing his face. He scanned me once, quick, efficient, then jerked his head toward the passenger side. “Get in!
Ember’s POVThe first thing I noticed wasn’t the gun. It was his smile.It wasn’t wide or cartoon-villain sinister; it was small, measured, like someone closing a box and clicking the latch. Rain dripped from his hair onto the collar of his dark coat. The smell of wet wool and gun oil rolled into the shed, mingling with the scent of old wood and grease.I froze, one hand still clamped around the warning note. My mind ran in frantic circles: How did he find me? Where was the repairman? Did Duke know? Had Duke told him?Aaron stepped fully inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud that sounded louder than a gunshot. He didn’t raise the pistol. He didn’t need to.“I give you a room, food, safety,” he said mildly, as if rehearsing lines. “And you repay me with this little… field trip?”“I” My voice cracked. “I was only”“Spare me.” His gaze flicked to the crumpled note in my fist. “Where’s the old man?”“I don’t”Aaron moved faster than I expected. In two steps he was in
Ember’s POVI woke to the sound of rain hammering the roof like a thousand small fists. It was still dark somewhere between night and dawn when I slipped out of bed and crouched beside the wardrobe where the ledger lay hidden. My fingers brushed the stiff paper and for a second I imagined it pulsing like a living heart. Every time I touched it I felt that same tremor of danger and possibility.Today, I told myself. Not escape,not yet but a step.I dressed in my plain uniform, hair tucked back, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Mrs. Ejiro would not arrive for another hour; Duke was still snoring in his narrow cot off the pantry. The mansion was quiet except for the hiss of the rain and the faraway hum of the generator.I poured a mug of lukewarm water and sat at the long prep table, spreading out the tiny scrap Duke had given me last night. A single name. A possible crack in Aaron’s armor.I whispered it under my breath like an incantation. Duke had told me Forrester was an investor
Ember's PovThe slip of paper trembled in my hand like a thing with a pulse. I should have left it where it lay, let someone else’s secrets stay theirs. But curiosity and a tiny, stubborn part of me that had learned to survive by knowing the smallest details of other people wouldn’t let me.It wasn’t a note, not in the sentimental sense. It was a ledger: neat columns, numbers, names. “INVESTORS,” stamped in bold across the top. Beside each name was a number. Beside my name: Ember Leighton, or at least the false name Aaron’s men had pinned to me a figure I could not translate into anything but a price. My stomach dropped like I’d been thrown down the stairs.Duke found me in the living room, hands full of groceries, and froze when he saw the expression on my face. He plunked the bags down like he’d been hit, then managed a joke that missed by miles. “You okay, Princess? You look like someone drained you of colour.”“Is that his” I held the ledger out. He peered at it, then flinched the







