ログインFour's POVI watched Veronica turn Sarah's business card over in her hands for three days straight. She carried it everywhere. Kitchen counter. Bedroom nightstand. Coffee table. The decision haunted her and I understood why. This was not just about her anymore. This was about all of us.We talked about it late at night when Monte was asleep. Veronica curled against my chest while I ran my fingers through her hair. The bedroom was dark except for the streetlight filtering through the curtains. Safe. Quiet. Our sanctuary."What are you thinking?" I asked."That I want to do it. That terrifies me. I do not know if wanting something and being ready for it are the same thing.""They are not always the same. But sometimes you have to jump before you feel ready.""Is that what you did? When you came to find me?""Yes. I was not ready to face you. To confront everything I had done wrong. But I jumped anyway because the alternative was losing you forever."She was quiet for a moment. "The docu
Veronica's POVFour's suspicion about the invitation lingered in my mind like smoke. I could not shake it. That night I called Dr Morrison. Then my parents. Then Margaret. We needed to talk through this together because the decision affected everyone.We gathered in the living room the next evening. Monte was asleep upstairs. Margaret made tea nobody drank it. My parents sat on the couch looking concerned. Four paced by the window. Dr Morrison joined us via video call on Four's laptop."Tell me about the invitation," Dr Morrison said.I read it aloud. Every word. Every detail. When I finished the room was silent.Four spoke first. "My instinct is to say no. We fought for privacy. For safety. For the right to live without eyes on us constantly. This throws all of that away.""But it could help people," I said. "Women trapped like I was. Women who think there is no way out. If my story gives even one of them hope is that not worth it?""Not if it puts Monte at risk.""How does it put Mo
Veronica's POVFour came home from Colombia broken. Not physically. The bruises and cuts healed within days. But something inside him had shattered and I watched the pieces fall every time he closed his eyes. He barely spoke for the first three days. Just held Monte. Stared at the walls. Startled at sudden sounds.I did not push. I had learned through my own healing that trauma needed space before it needed words. So I stayed close. Cooked his favourite meals. Let him know through touch and presence that he was safe. That he was home. Whatever happened in Colombia stayed in Colombia unless he chose to bring it into our lives.Manuel visited on the fourth day. He sat with Four in the backyard while I watched from the kitchen window. I could not hear their conversation but I saw Four's shoulders shake. Saw him put his head in his hands. Saw Manuel grip his shoulder like a brother.When Manuel left he stopped in the kitchen. "He will be okay. It takes time. What he did was impossible and
Manuel's POVThe wall exploded inward and three cartel sicarios burst through the adjacent room into the panic room where Yates stood. Time fractured into slow motion. Gunfire. Screaming. Blood spraying across white walls. Javier returned fire. I pulled Four behind a concrete pillar. Yates dove to the floor.The sicarios were professionals. Military trained. They moved with precision and fired with accuracy that came from years of killing. One of Yates' guards fell beside me. Half his face is gone. I forced myself not to look at what remained."We need him alive," I shouted to Four over the chaos. "The cartel wants him breathing long enough to access his accounts.""How do we get to him?""We do not fight them. We work with them."I stood with my hands raised. Spoke in Spanish. "We are not your enemy. We want the same thing. Yates and his accounts. We can help you get both."The lead sicario lowered his weapon slightly. Suspicious but listening. "Who are you?""Manuel Torres. Private
Four's POVI had seven days to find a ghost or watch my family die. The weight of that deadline pressed against my chest every second. Every breath felt borrowed. Every heartbeat counted down to nothing.Manuel spread files across my dining room table at midnight. Rivera brought federal contacts who owed him favours. We worked in careful silence because one wrong move would trigger the cartel's threat. They said no federal involvement beyond Rivera. That meant we walked a razor's edge between cooperation and betrayal."Yates has been moving every seventy-two hours," Manuel said. "Prague. Vienna. Athens. Always cities with strong privacy laws. Always cash transactions. No credit cards. No bank accounts under any name we know.""He is smart," Rivera added. "Too smart. He has done this before.""Then how do we find him?"Manuel pulled up a laptop screen. "He has a weakness. Ego. Look at these."Anonymous messages filled the screen. Sent to my personal email over the last month. Taunting.
Manuel's POVI spent three days tracking down which organisations Yates had stolen from and each name I uncovered made my stomach turn. Arms dealers. Human traffickers. Money launderers for terrorist cells. But the name that made my blood run cold was the last one. Sinaloa Cartel. One of the most brutal drug trafficking organisations in the world. Yates had laundered over forty million dollars for them over a decade and skimmed nearly eight million in the process."Dios mio," I whispered. "He stole from Sinaloa."My contacts in the underworld confirmed what I feared. The cartel had already sent a recovery team. Not to arrest Yates. Not to sue him. To torture him until he revealed every account number and password. Then kill him. Then kill everyone who might know where the money went. Standard cartel protocol. No witnesses. No loose ends.Four's family was on that list.I drove to their suburban house faster than I should have. Ran up the steps. Pounded on the door. Veronica answered w
Four's POV. I left the house without saying goodbye.The night air hit my face as soon as I stepped outside, sharp and grounding.I welcomed it.It helped drown out the tension still clinging to my skin, the echo of Veronica's question, the way Claude had gone quiet too fast.Too careless.I got i
Veronica’s POV. Claude froze.Not dramatically, not like someone caught in a lie. No.It was worse than that.His smile slipped slowly, like it had been peeled off his face instead of removed.His shoulders stiffened, his hands tightened around the wooden spoon he'd been stirring with.For a momen
Veronica's POV.“Four?” Silence echoed through the hallway first, a shadow danced through the walls faintly, fear ran down my spine, I froze.“Four… is that you?” The words trembled from my lips.“Yes.” His answer came a little later. His Shadow shifted, walking in my direction. Footsteps echoed l
Veronica's POV “Am I… interrupting something?”Both men froze. Four realised just how tightly his hands were wrapped around the stranger's waist.His eyes flickered to me and then back.“Oh shit!”The stranger, a wounded man that barely looked like he could take a breath on his own without assista







