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Sienna’s Point of ViewWhen they tracked down Darian’s location to this abandoned, rusted dock, I insisted on being here. Vaughn and the detectives had told us that Blaire came clean. After her call to me got cut off, she was chased by some men and ran straight into a police station, screaming that Darian was in danger and confessing her part in everything.I stayed behind near the tree line, my heart pounding against my ribs as I watched the dark, rusty barge swaying gently in the water. Vaughn and a dozen heavily armed cops stormed the boat.For a few torturous minutes, there was only silence. Then a sudden exchange of loud gunshots shattered the night.“I need a medic now!” someone roared from inside the metallic hull of the boat.“No... No, what happened?” I panicked, my voice cracking as I tried to break away toward the gangplank. I had refused to stay back at the office when they rushed to meet the police force here.I dashed the boat, but Sean caught me by the arm, wrapping his
Darian’s Point of ViewI woke up to my hands bound in front of me. My head throbbed with an agonizing, dull roar as I tried to pull against the restraint.The last thing I remembered was standing on Blaire’s stone patio and then a blinding flash of pain as someone struck me from behind. I tried to push myself up, but every single muscle in my body burned. I wiggled my wrists, trying to slip out of the zip ties, but they were pulled mercilessly tight, digging deep into my skin until I felt blood warm against my wrists.I looked around, taking in the suffocating darkness. The air was thick, smelling heavily of rust, damp earth, and dirt.Fuck. Whoever was working with Blaire knew exactly what they were doing.I hauled myself up against the concrete wall into a sitting position, forcing my eyes to adjust as I tried to process what was happening. Does anyone know I'm missing? How long have I been knocked out? A hundred questions raced through my mind at once.I was still trying to piece e
Sienna’s Point of View“Any luck?” I asked Sean as I walked into his office, my heart racing and my hands cold and clammy.“Well, nothing yet. Last known location is here,” he said, tapping a red marker on the screen, his brows furrowed deeply.“Can you tell me what happened?” he pressed, stepping closer.“Nothing,” I replied smoothly, though he bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at the monitors. “He came to see me and, well... we argued. Then he left.”He paused, glancing sideways at me. “Maybe he decided to leave town? Or go find a lover?”Vanessa slapped his arm hard, and Sean actually laughed, a dry chuckle. I shot Vanessa a wide-eyed, bewildered look that silently asked, When the hell did that happen?Long story, her eyes seemed to reply with a quick nod.“No,” I insisted, shaking my head. “Something is wrong. This is not something he would do.”“I think we should leave the fucker alone,” Vaughn said casually as he strolled into the room. It took everything in me not to dro
Sienna’s Point of ViewIt had been two whole days since Darian left, and he hadn’t come back to the apartment. I honestly didn’t think he would give up that easily. What the hell happened to men groveling? Well, I guess that kind of devotion only exists in damn fiction.I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when a loud knock came at the door. I pushed myself up and walked to the foyer to see who it was.“Hey, baby.”Xander’s broad frame filled the doorway the second I pulled it open. He held a massive bouquet of white roses in one hand and a bottle of fine wine, but his right hand was hidden playfully behind his back.“I wanted to cheer you up,” he said, giving me a warm, reassuring grin.“What are you hiding behind there?” I asked him, a genuine smile breaking across my face. Xander always knew how to cheer me up. He always knew exactly how to put a smile back on my face when my world was falling apart.He shook his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Guess.”“Doughnuts?”
Blaire’s Point of ViewThe phone slipped from my limp fingers and clattered onto the stone tiles. I stood there paralyzed, my vision blurring as my eyes widened.“I…I can explain,” I stammered, my voice shaking so I could barely force the words past my lips.Darian laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was a sound, a darkness in his eyes that I had never seen before in all the years I’d known him.“You killed him?” he whispered, the words dripping with a deadly calmness that terrified.“No! Wait…Dare, please!”Before my brain could even process what was happening, Darian closed the distance between us. His hand clamped around my throat. He spun me around and slammed my back brutally against the wall, pinning me in place.“You fucking killed my best friend?” he growled, his jaw trembling with rage.I clawed at his thick wrists, my breath coming in shallow hitches. My heart hammered against my ribs.I looked into his eyes, desperately searching for a flicker of the soft, protective
Orana’s Point of View“How could you?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.You! You, of all people, worked with my father?Callahan turned first. His eyes found mine, and there was no surprise or guilt in them. just satisfaction knowing he had me where he wanted.I had thought I understood
Orana’s point of viewSomething was off. I felt the way my head throbbed, but it also didn’t smell like berries; it smelled spicy and woody.The bed was too soft and too big. But I didn’t hear the sound I woke up to yesterday.Liorah.I sat up so fast, feeling lightheaded at the speed I woke up, my
Orana’s point of viewI stared at the door of my doctor’s office. Knee bouncing and hands twisting in my lap. The sound of the child crying next to me caught my attention, and I watched the woman trying to soothe her. She gave me an apologetic smile because her baby had been crying for the last twe
Orana’s Point of View“I want a divorce.”For a second, I thought I had misheard him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, nails digging into the marble countertop. I knew one day this day would come. I always dreaded it, but today it was happening.“What?”Across from me, he didn’t s







