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Like the fool that I was, I ran across the street and followed him into the shadows.In the alleyway between Vandersteele tower and another tall skyscraper stood Desmond and four other goons. They were all dressed in head-to-toe black, and looked more like professional assassins than teens getting into a little trouble.“Here,” he threw me a black ski mask from a large backpack. “I don’t know if the cameras still work or not. Better play it safe.”Grunting, I pulled the mask over my head, but an uneasy feeling was brewing in my gut. This didn’t feel right. The Vandersteeles had been old family friends. My grandmother had been best friends with the family matriarch before they died in that terrible accident out west. I had been at that wedding, along with my famil
[Hunter]It was a stupid decision, one that would shape the rest of my life. If I could go back, maybe I would have listened to Reggie–but then I wouldn’t have become the man I am today, a man strong enough to find and reclaim my family and take vengeance for the dead. Because regardless of what I wanted, whether it had been on that particular night or another, the Debrassy family was coming for mine. They had already taken down the Harkness family, then the Vandersteeles, now it was time for the Grants. Soon there would be only one power family left–theirs. But I didn’t know that yet. I was too young to be trusted with anything too important. My father was still alive, still acting CEO of Grant Group, although it was my grandfather pulling the strings behind the curtain. I was just an unneeded, unwanted son. My older sister Jane was the heir apparent, and she was on her way to California for law school after graduating with her pre-law degree two years early. The thing is, even t
[Hunter]If only our argument had fizzled off, but Reggie loved me too damn much to let me just walk away without trying again. “Damn it, Hunter! Don’t let that prick turn you into his simp! You’re being an idiot!”Reggie knew how those words would cut me to my core. He had heard enough about my father’s verbal and psychological abuse to know they’d trigger me.But he said them anyway--because he loved me and couldn’t bear to see me walking away. He knew those words would get through to me–and to be honest, his heart was hurting too. He was angry at me for falling for what was an obvious trap, but I was too blind, and too damn stubborn to see it that way. His words felt like a slap. A rejection. That feeling of hurt burned more than any blow, especially coming from him.If I had taken the time then to think about it, I would have seen it for what it was--a call for help, a desperate plea to get me to see reason. But I was young, hot-tempered, and already on edge. Driven by my desi
[Hunter]But that event wouldn’t happen for another year. As I stride across the room and strip out of my suit, putting on the first layer of my tactical gear, I can see the moment everything changed. It's a bitch, how hindsight is 20-20 and the mistakes of the past are sharp as knives that slice your heart into ribbons when you look back and realize what you should have done differently. I should have never trusted Desmond Debrassy.Reggie tried to warn me. And now my best friend is dying because I underestimated the monster, again. "Keep it together, Grant," I inhale again, pulling on my chestplate. "Just a little bit longer." My hands shake as I pull on my gloves and fasten them in place, my mania edging into my nervous system, putting me on high alert. Soon, the shaking will stop, replaced with clean precision and a focused determination to hurt and kill. But I'm not there yet. I'm not that broken.Reaching for my helmet, a slick piece of technology crafted by one of my best
[Hunter]My home is gone. My new family was taken. Debrassy crossed a line, and now, it’s time for me to cross a few myself. His family has taken enough from me and mine over the years, and its long overdue that I settle the score between us. Janey would advise caution. “He’s not worth your sanity,” she’d say. “You can take him down without losing yourself.” But Janey isn’t here anymore to say these things to me. Because of Desmond Debrassy, her grace, beauty, and wisdom was taken from the world far too soon. Just like my parents, and my grandparents. And now, after I opened my heart to someone new, allowed myself to love again, despite the risk, he’s taken that away from me too. Vanessa and our babies, Olivia, who looks more and more like her mother Janey everyday–they are my heart. Without them, all I have left is to be heartless.The doors slide open to the elevator. I enter my biometrics, letting the walls scan me from every angle, as I order it to descend, several floors ben
[Katelyn]The short journey to the hospital goes by in such a blur that as I'm parking in the underground lot, I can't quite remember how I got there. Grabbing my ID, I ran to the elevator, not even bothering to lock the door to my car. I don't care if it disappears. I need to be there before he goes into surgery. Maybe then I can give him a little something to live for. Dear God, don't let him die. I can't let him go. I won't. I need to save him."WHERE IS CAPTAIN CARTER?" I try to keep my voice steady even though I can hear how loud I sound to everyone else as I demand information from reception. The hospital is in general chaos, nurses and EMTs pushing gurneys, sirens blaring. The whole city seems to be burning down around us, but in this moment, my thoughts have a lazer focus. Reggie.And there isn't enough time. There never is, I guess.Pulling out my government badge, I flash it at the nurse demanding information and access. I want to shout, "I'm his wife!" but that wouldn't







