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35. Truth Beneath Suspicions
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I AM YOURS TO PLAY 37. Planting Lies
Chapter 37: Planting LiesRYAN’S POVI leaned back in my chair, the dim glow of my laptop screen casting shadows across my motel room, a shithole on the edge of Miami where nobody asked questions. My cousin Viktor’s call last night still burned in my ears—Ethan had cracked the train heist case, tied it to Salazar’s syndicate and Director Hayes’ dirty hands. That stubborn fucker was going to ruin everything, and Viktor’s plan to shut him up—kidnapping him, cutting him up—had failed because Lucian Moretti played hero again. Everything I’d done to get rid of him had proved abortive. Trying to link him to this train heist was something I had to do at the last minute. I knew that the FBI would sit up once it became a case that Moretti played the villian, I knew it and that was why we did it and put the blame on Lucian. But still our plans had failed to work. I smirked, my fingers tapping the keyboard. If Plan A didn’t work then maybe Plan B and C would. Thanks to the admin credentials D
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 36. Blood And Chains
Chapter 36: Blood And Chains ETHAN’S POVThe shower’s hot spray stung my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the guilt clawing my chest. I leaned against the tiled wall in my apartment, alone, Sarah’s absence a rare relief. The truth about the train heist—Salazar’s syndicate, not Lucian’s, backed by corrupt FBI brass like Director Hayes—burned in my mind, a secret too dangerous to share. The urge to pick up my phone and call Lucian to apologize for not letting him speak his truth that day at the beach house, was overwhelming but I knew I couldn’t do that. I sobbed, the water mixing with tears as I slid to the floor, my knees buckling under the weight of my mistake. I stayed there, shivering, until the water ran cold. Dragging myself out, I pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, my movements sluggish. In the kitchen, I microwaved a frozen burrito, the hum of the appliance loud in the silent apartment. I sat on the couch, the TV flickering with some late-night crime show, but my eyes didn’t
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 35. Truth Beneath Suspicions
Chapter 35: Truth Beneath SuspicionsETHAN’S POVThe fluorescent lights of the FBI’s mobile command trailer buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows across the cluttered table where I spread out the train heist case files. Reynolds had assigned me solo, his voice sharp over the phone last night: “Handle it discreetly, I don’t want the field office to know about the progress, Caldwell.” It sounded suspicious but I didn’t give it much thought because I felt like he was doing it to protect me given the situation.I stood at the Port Haven train yard, the crime scene sprawling before me, twisted metal and shattered crates glinting under floodlights in the predawn chill. My laptop hummed, connected to a secure satellite uplink, as I prepped to dig into the case, my badge heavy in my pocket, my heart heavier from walking away from Lucian two days ago. I pulled on nitrile gloves, stepping under the FBI tape cordoning off the derailed freight train. The air reeked of oil and cordite, the groun
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 34. Venomous Plans
Chapter 34: Venomous PlansSARAH’S POVI leaned against the marble counter in my condo’s kitchen, flipping through wedding magazines, the glossy pages mocking me with their perfect brides and perfect lies. Ethan’s ring sat heavy on my finger, a shackle I’d chosen to trap him, his bank accounts my real prize. His paranoia about the train heist case was eating him alive—those late nights poring over files, his eyes darting like a cornered animal. I smirked, circling a photo of a diamond-encrusted veil, imagining how much of his money I’d bleed before he noticed.The doorbell chimed, sharp and urgent. I straightened, smoothing my silk blouse, and opened the door. Ryan stood there, his FBI badge clipped to his belt, his jaw tight, eyes hungry. Before I could speak, he lunged, his lips crashing into mine, hands gripping my waist as he kicked the door shut. “Missed you,” he growled against my mouth, his breath hot, whiskey-tinged. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me flush against him
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 33. Falling Apart
Chapter 33: Falling ApartLUCIAN’S POVI slumped in the leather chair in my beach house study, the ocean’s roar outside mocking the silence Ethan left behind. His words “I can’t love a criminal”—cut deeper than any blade, his gray eyes flashing with betrayal as he’d stormed out, the file on my table scattered across the floor like a shrapnel. My bare chest glistened with sweat from the gym, my hands trembling as I gripped the armrests, trying to anchor myself against the ache in my gut. How could he think I’d hit that train, kill those guards, and implicate him, when I’d spent the whole of last night whispering I loved him, his body warm against mine? Marco stood by the door, his broad frame tense, waiting for orders. His eyes flicked to me, cautious, but I couldn’t meet them, not because I was scared to, but because I was too ashamed to. Marco had shown how much he never trusted Ethan, he had even warned me about Ethan but my constant need for acceptance and love blinded me from se
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 32. Shattered Trust
Chapter 32: Shattered TrustLUCIAN’S POVThe heavy bag swung with each jab, my fists slamming into it, sweat dripping down my bare chest in the beach house gym. Last night’s memory of Ethan—his moans, his nails digging into my back, his whispered “I love you”—looped in my head, warming my blood more than the workout. The morning sun glinted off the ocean through the gym’s windows, but I barely noticed, lost in the ache of his absence. He’d left at dawn, his FBI badge glinting as he kissed me goodbye, promising to call after his shift.The door creaked, and Marco stepped in, his broad frame tense, his eyes shadowed with bad news. “Boss, there’s a situation,” he said in a low voice. I stepped mid-punch, my breath ragged, and caught the towel he tossed me. Wiping my face, I jerked my chin toward the stairs. “Let’s talk upstairs in my study.”We climbed to my office, the beach house’s polished wood cool under my bare feet. I didn’t bother with a shirt—Ethan’s scent still lingered on my s
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