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CLXXXVIII : What Remains of Us
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2025-04-30 19:53:25
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His Son, Her Secret CCXVIII : The Way Back Was Always You [Pascha]
Still a couple months agoWe finally sat at a ice cream café near the hospital, Max excitedly swinging his legs that still dangled from the chair, while I sat across from him, watching him in silence.I couldn’t stop looking at his face.He looked so much like me. Same hair, same jawline, even the way he raised one eyebrow when he was curious was exactly what I always did. The only things he got from Belva were his blue eyes, the way he smiled wide, showing a small dimple on one side, and his hair, which was a bit lighter than mine.Max took a big spoonful of his ice cream, chewed it eagerly, then suddenly looked at me with a serious expression.“Daddy...”I gave a smile, still not tired of hearing him call me that. “Yeah...?”Max squinted like he was thinking really hard about something important. “Can you fight?”I raised an eyebrow. “Fight?”Max nodded quickly. “Yeah! Like a superhero! Mommy says Daddy is strong, but I’ve never seen you.”I chuckled. “I don’t fight like a superhero
His Son, Her Secret CCXVII : This Hug Took Five Years [Pascha]
A couple months ago.I stood in front of the VVIP hospital room door, my shoulders tense, my jaw locked.The name on the door—Belva Moguel—was clear.I never imagined I’d see her again after all these years. Not after she ran from me, not after she shattered me exactly 30 minutes before our wedding was supposed to begin.But now she’s here.Behind that door. Her eyes were focused on the iPad screen, fingers moving quickly, expression serious as always.As if she wasn’t someone who had just been in an accident. As if she was still the same girl as before—stubborn, restless, and too smart for her own good.I should walk in and ask. I should ask her to explain. Why she left. Why she walked away without a reason, without a message, not even a single word. Why she trusted her twin brother’s deception so easily?Why?Why?Why...But before I could move, footsteps approached behind me. Jacob stopped, his hands slipped into the pockets of his doctor’s coat, his expression calm.Then, in a low
His Son, Her Secret CCXVI : One Bullet, Two Hugs, a Thousand Scars
BELVA.I don’t remember how we got out of that tunnel. Maybe Jacob pulled us out, maybe it was Rafael’s commanding voice, or maybe it was my own body moving without my brain’s permission… just getting away from the sound of gunfire and Ryan’s still-labored, vengeful breathing.All I remember is one thing: Pascha’s hand.His left arm wrapped around my back without pause, while his right hand stayed on his waist, alert.In the car, my body leaned against his, but my mind was still floating in the bunker hallway.In Ryan’s eyes, which showed no fear, only satisfaction like a spectator who knew the final act of the drama had just begun.All this time, I’d called him “office friend.” Sent him morning coffee on long days, traded jokes about projects, even trusted him with the predictive algorithm I called my “favorite child.”I even once felt guilty for scolding him. And now I want to erase every fragment of those memories from my system… but I don’t know which button to press.“Bee?”The v
His Son, Her Secret CCXV : She Stood Still. He Fell. And We Were Too Late [Pascha]
I wiped the blood from my temple with the back of my hand. “We have to go. Now.”Rafael nodded. “To the cooler room. There’s an underground tunnel from there. I usually use it to smuggle out drunk diplomats.”“You’re really a mix of devil and chef,” Ronan muttered.“You haven’t tried my tacos,” Rafael grinned.We moved quickly toward the back, down a narrow hallway behind the kitchen.Rafael’s underground tunnel wasn’t just a tunnel.It was a hidden network layered with steel-reinforced concrete, as thick as the secrets it held. The walls were cold, lined with old pipes and red cables that snaked like the veins of a mafia palace. At its dark end, the smell of iron, sweat, and gunpowder mixed like hell’s breath.We ran while Calvin and Jacob stayed in our ears, whispering coordinates.“Intersection room in 20 meters,” Calvin said. “But thermal detection shows movement on the left side path. They know this route, Pascha.”Rafael clicked his tongue. “Damn. That means a traitor.”I just i
His Son, Her Secret CCXIV : What a Lovely Night to Die [Pascha]
The explosion of glass was followed by a scream of fear. I pulled Belva into my arms tightly, pinning her against the cold marble floor with my elbow supporting her head so it wouldn’t hit.Her perfume...sandalwood, vanilla, and a faint trace of tension hit my system hard.No. She couldn’t be by my side.“Bee,” I whispered harshly into her ear. “Look at me.”Her eyes widened, scared, but focused. She was listening.“Don’t move. Don’t speak. Follow my orders.” I kissed her quickly to lock in her attention. So she’d know I was still here. That I wasn’t going to let her die at Rafael’s goddamn party.My left hand reached for the hidden weapon at my waist. My right hand stayed wrapped protectively around her.Then Jacob appeared. Calm as always, his face unchanged even as blood nearly splattered from the bar wall.“You need an exit route,” he said. “Next to the kitchen. I cleared it.”“Take them,” I said quickly.Jacob glanced at Belva, then at Mikaela who was now hiding behind the bar wi
His Son, Her Secret CCXIII : Honey, the Guns Came Right After the Forgiveness
As soon as he disappeared, I turned to Pascha, who was taking two small glasses from a waiter’s tray. He handed me one without a word.“What kind of man is he really?” I asked, sipping tequila far too smooth to be sold in an ordinary store. “I... I've never seen you this relaxed around anyone except your three psycho friends and your family.”“He’s the owner of Aerolínea de Sol. A regional airline in Central and South America. Business-class flights with a name far too romantic for their fleet of combat jets.” he said, lazyly.I raised an eyebrow. “Okay... that checks out.”“And he’s also the head of the Cartel de Las Cimas. The second-largest black market network in Mexico. Possibly the largest now, depending on who you ask.”I choked.Seriously, I choked.“Excuse me?”Pascha just gave a one-shouldered shrug. “He’s a busy man.”“A busy man?!” I hissed, trying not to draw attention. “You... you brought me to a mafia party?!”“It’s a business party.”“Hosted by the mafia.”Pascha turne
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