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His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - NINE
CARA's POV“Behind you!”He didn’t hesitate.The second my voice cracked the air, he spun—just in time.The first attacker lunged, knife flashing under the swinging bulb. Juan sidestepped it cleanly, grabbing the man by the wrist and twisting hard. There was a sickening snap—then a gunshot. One clean round to the chest. The man crumpled, legs folding like paper.The other two didn’t pause. They came at him fast—screaming, fists flying.Juan ducked the first punch, drove his elbow into one man’s ribs, then grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him headfirst into the concrete wall. Blood sprayed.The third tackled him. They hit the floor hard, scuffling inches from where I was still crouched, useless and breathless.Juan’s gun skidded across the room.They rolled, fists landing heavy. The attacker got on top, tried to strangle him.Juan gritted out a growl, reached into his boot—and pulled a blade.Flash of silver. A quick jerk of his arm.The man froze.Then bled.A crimson line ope
His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - EIGHT
CARA's POVThe first thing I felt was the cold.It seeped through the floor, up my back, into my bones like ice water. My head throbbed, each pulse sharp and angry at the base of my skull. My wrists were tied—ropes, rough and tight, cutting into my skin every time I shifted.I blinked against the dim light, the bare bulb overhead swinging slightly on a chain, casting long, distorted shadows along the cracked cement walls.The smell hit me next—rust, damp concrete, and something metallic.Blood.Not a lot. Just enough to make my stomach churn.Voices murmured in the distance. Male. Low and harsh. They echoed off the walls, making it impossible to tell how many there were.I turned my head slowly.Three of them.Men in sweat-stained tank tops, combat boots, arms roped with muscle and something darker—something coiled and ready to strike. One leaned against the far wall smoking, another sat on an overturned crate playing with a pocketknife.And the third paced.He was the only one who no
His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - SEVEN
CARA's POVHospitals always smelled like bleach and endings.St. Bart’s was no different. The lights were too bright, the walls too white, and every step I took echoed like I didn’t belong there. A nurse led me down a sterile corridor, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum as she pointed to the ICU door at the end.“He’s awake,” she said softly. “But still weak. Keep it brief.”I nodded, though my chest was already tight with everything I didn’t want to feel.The door swung open without a sound.Henry looked smaller than I remembered.Thinner. Paler. A dozen wires ran into his arm, and a monitor beeped steadily beside his head. His eyes flicked toward me, and for a second, just one second, I saw something real in them. Not rage. Not arrogance.Fear.“Cara,” he breathed. His voice cracked like old paper.I didn’t move.He tried to shift upright but winced and gave up halfway. “You came.”“I was still listed as your emergency contact,” I said flatly.He gave a small, bitter smile.
His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - SIX
CARA's POVJuan didn’t talk much in the mornings and honestly, I was surprised that I wasn't used to it yet. Not that he talked much in general, but the ride from the estate to the gallery was always steeped in silence. Just the hum of the engine and the occasional glance at the rearview mirror to make sure I hadn’t vanished.Today, I wasn’t in the mood for silence.I tilted my head toward him, watching the sharp lines of his jaw, his always-too-serious expression.“So,” I started, “Rizzo.”He flicked his eyes toward me, then back to the road. “What about him?”“Tell me more. You act like the guy’s the devil himself.”Juan’s grip on the wheel didn’t change, but something in his posture tightened. Just slightly.“That’s because he is,” he said after a pause. “His name isn’t Rizzo, by the way. That’s just the family name.”I turned more fully in my seat. “What’s his actual name?”“Salvatore,” Juan muttered, like the name alone tasted sour. “Salvatore Rizzo. Son of a butcher. Now he but
His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - FIVE
CARA's POVThe coffee had gone cold in my hands.Wesley’s words from the morning still echoed in my head, louder than the silence around them.He’s no longer a problem.That sentence had weight. Finality. And no hint of regret.I told myself I didn’t care. That Henry had earned it—whatever “it” was. But when I reached for my phone and tried to call him, the line went dead before it even rang.Disconnected.Blocked.Or worse.I tried again. Same thing.The knot in my stomach tightened.I paced for fifteen minutes before I decided I couldn’t sit still anymore. I grabbed my bag, threw on a coat, and made for the front entrance. I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t care. I just knew I had to see him with my own eyes. Had to know Wesley’s wrath hadn’t gone further than I could live with.But when I reached the front doors, Haller was already there.Of course he was.Tall, stiff, sharp as a knife in a tailored jacket, hands behind his back like some silent butler of doom.“I need to leave,” I sai
His Heartbroken Surrogate TWENTY - FOUR
CARA's POV“You fucking bitch!”My pen slipped from my hand.The blood in my face drained so fast I felt it leave me.Henry.Striding through the front entrance like a storm with legs, hair a mess, eyes wild, fury bleeding off him in waves. People froze. Visitors. Staff. Everyone in the gallery went silent, eyes swiveling toward the sudden, furious spectacle.“Are you insane?” I hissed, stepping forward, trying to intercept him before he could get any closer. “What are you doing here?”“You lied to me!” he shouted, arms flailing. “You lied to everyone!”“Henry, lower your voice—”“Whose kid is it, huh? Your billionaire boyfriend’s?”My breath hitched. How did he—Mia, standing behind the front desk, picked up the phone with trembling fingers. I saw her mouth the word security. "Oh yeah. I know you've been awfully chummy with Wesley Morano these few weeks, haven't you?" Henry continued. "Hell, half the city fucking knows!" “Get out,” I said sharply. “Now.”He laughed. It was bitter,
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