FAZER LOGINJASPERMy father was dying before the law could finish judging him.The consortium had fallen.Stones was in custody.Xavier was finished.Seraphina had been arrested.Quinn had found her family.And somehow, the only thing I could think about was the man lying in a hospital bed waiting for me. I had not seen his face, nor did I know what was wrong with him.People always said blood was thicker than water. Standing outside his hospital room, I wasn't sure I believed that anymore. Because if blood were truly everything, why did it hurt this much?If only we could see what the future holds in store for us, I wouldn’t have let him be my father from the start.The hospital was quiet. I was shown the ward and the room he was admitted to. I pushed the door open and saw him. My father, lying on the bed, frail, emaciated and weak. He looked up from the bed when I entered.His eyes dropped briefly to the folder in my hand, then returned to my face. He knew exactly why I was here. He heard ever
SERAPHINAThree knocks echoed through the apartment. They were neither loud nor aggressive. Just three ordinary knocks.Yet somehow, they announced destruction. I knew who stood outside before they even spoke.The television had been running all night. Every headline had my name linked to the nefarious activities of the consortium.One by one, the untouchable men had fallen. And now, it was my turn.“Open up, we are the Police!”My heart sank. This was the end of the road.A dangerous thought came into my mind. To hang myself rather than turn myself in. I nearly gave in, but then I believed in redemption.The moment I opened the door, I saw them.“Seraphina Jason?”My throat tightened.“Yes.”The police woman stepped forward.“We have some questions regarding an ongoing investigation.”Questions. Funny word. As if they didn’t know the answers already.I stepped aside.“Come in.”Three hours later, I sat in an interrogation room different from mine. The walls and table were gray. Even
STONESI am not sure it was daybreak yet when the first call came into my phone.The second followed thirty seconds later. The third was before I even finished answering the second. Something was wrong.By the time I reached the office, six missed calls waited on my phone. From three attorneys, two board members and one government contact.I walked to the window and looked down at the city. For years, this view had comforted me. Power looked beautiful from above.Every moving car. Every office tower. Every politician pretending to matter. I owned pieces of all of them. Today, for the first time, things looked different.Another call came into my phone. I answered.“What?”The voice on the other end sounded shaky and intimidated.“We have another resignation.”I closed my eyes.“Who?”The answer came. Another senior executive. Another ally. Just another sailor abandoning a sinking ship, waiting for the tsunami to capsize it.His call ended. Then another. Then another. Things were not m
QUINN“Your mother's name was Elara.”“Elara.”I whispered it carefully, as though saying it too loudly might make it disappear. I wanted to hear about her. I wanted him to tell me about this woman I waited years to learn about.A small laugh escaped my father. His eyes grew distant.“She hated coffee.”I blinked.“Yes. One sip and she would make the most dramatic face you’ve ever seen.”A fresh wave of emotions hit me.She could spend entire days reading,” he said softly. “And thunderstorms terrified her.”I listened in silence.For the first time in my life, my mother wasn't a question. She was becoming a person. Tears slid down my cheeks. Not because I had found her. But because I never would.I turned to the man who said he was my father.“How do I believe you?”He sighed.“I know it is difficult, Quinn. I know I might spend the rest of my life trying to convince you.”Joe’s mother arms crossed over Joe’s shoulders on the sofa.“We were happy once.”A sad smile touched his lips.“
QUINNI stared at Joe's father.The man stared right back as though the rest of the room had vanished. Even when Joe shifted in front of me, protective and confused, those eyes never left my face. Not for a second.“Who does she look like?” Joe asked.Unease crawled beneath my skin. This wasn't the reunion I had imagined. I expected tears, apologies, maybe even forgiveness. Instead, a stranger was looking at me like he'd just seen someone rise from the dead. His chest rose and fell unevenly.Beside him, Joe’s mother also looked confused and lost.“Wilson?”The man didn’t respond. He couldn’t look away from me. His eyes made my skin prickle. Finally, he swallowed and asked,“How old are you?”The question hit me like a slap.“What?”“Your age.” His voice shook. “How old are you?”Joe frowned. “Father—”“Please. I am talking to her.”The desperation in his voice immediately silenced everyone. I hesitated, then answered. His eyes closed briefly, as though that answer meant everything. Wh
JOEThe call came at exactly 7:02 a.m.The moment I saw my mother's name on the screen, my stomach tightened. There was a time her calls felt like home. Now they felt like warnings.Lately, every conversation with her seemed to end with another wound reopening. But one thing I can’t do is ignore her. So, I picked up the call.“Mom…”Nothing. Just breathing. Uneven breathing. I pushed myself from the bed.“Mom? Good morning.”A small sound escaped her. Almost like a sob. Before I knew it, I was already on my feet, apprehensive.“Mom, what happened?”Her voice finally came, shaking.“He found us, son. He found us.I paced the room. “You mean—”"Your father, Joe."Her voice cracked."He's back."The room seemed to tilt. For years, I had imagined this moment. Dreamed about it. Hated it. Wanted it. And suddenly it was here.“Where is he?” I asked quietly.“Home.”My chest tightened.“He came home?”I could hear my mother crying now.“He is asking about you,” she sniffed. “Joe…”I knew what
MORRISONThe door was already open when I arrived.Strange. Because Quinn was never that careless.I stepped into the motel room without hesitation, my gaze sweeping everywhere almost at the same time, absorbing all details.“Hello… anyone in here?” I uttered loudly.When there was no response, I s
QUINNSomething creaked behind the door.This time, the sound was softer, like whatever was behind it was being extra careful not to alert anyone.Yet it was enough to bring all the nerves in my body to sharp awareness.I stalled in the middle of the motel room, my fingers slowly tightening at my s
MORRISON“Two hours ago.”The words triggered as my gaze snapped from the screen.“Last seen two hours ago?”My voice was quiet, and that was what made every man in the room straighten.Alex stood across from me with a tablet in his hand. His face was expressionless.“Yes, Sir.”I turned slightly,
QUINNThe car didn’t feel like a car anymore. It felt like a cage.And all of a sudden, the freedom I thought I had wasn’t just gone; it never existed.I didn’t shift in my seat, didn’t let my breathing change or allow my eyes to linger too long on the phone screen.I just quietly observed Xavier,







