LOGINDetective Rivera's POVI arrived at the neutral meeting location an hour early to sweep the space for security risks. The law office had agreed to host this negotiation but I trusted no one when dealing with desperate men. Reed was cornered and dangerous and history taught me that trapped animals did unpredictable things.Manuel arrived next with four. Both men moved with controlled tension. Four's face was unreadable but I knew him well enough to see the rage simmering beneath the surface. Reed had betrayed him in the worst possible way and now they had to sit across a table and negotiate like civilised people."How do you want to handle this?" I asked Four."By the book. Legal and clean. I will not give Reed ammunition to use against me later.""Good. Because if this goes sideways, we need everything documented properly."Reed ar
Manuel's POVI had spent three weeks tracking financial transactions through shell companies and offshore accounts. The trail was deliberately obscured but not invisible. Whoever funded the contract on Four's life was sophisticated but not perfect. They made mistakes. Small ones that only someone with my background would notice.When I finally connected the dots, I felt sick.Jonathan Reed. Four's lawyer for the past twelve years. The man who handled business affairs, legal documentation, and corporate restructuring. The man Four trusted with everything.I pulled all the evidence before confronting anyone. Financial records showing Reed embezzling seven point three million dollars during Four's empire dismantling. Communications with offshore accounts. Wire transfers to known criminal intermediaries. A clear paper trail from Reed's accounts to the contract on Four's life.
Veronica's POVThe safehouse looked like something from a security catalogue. Stone walls. Reinforced windows. Cameras covering every angle. Armed guards are rotating shifts at the perimeter. Two hours outside the city in rural land where neighbours were miles away and privacy was guaranteed.It was comfortable. Modern kitchen. Spacious bedrooms. A yard where Monte could play under watchful eyes. But it was also a cage and that reality hit me hard the first night.I stood at the bedroom window staring at the fence line and felt panic rise in my throat. This was too familiar. Being confined for my own safety. Told where I could and could not go. My movements are monitored and controlled.Jason had done this. Different reasons but the same result. I was trapped.Four found me there at midnight with tears streaming down my face."Talk
Four's POVI watched Veronica sleep in the safehouse bedroom with Monte curled against her side and felt something break inside my chest. She looked peaceful in sleep but I knew better. I had seen the way her hand instinctively moved toward the gun on the nightstand when a door closed too loudly. The way her body tensed at unexpected sounds. The hardness in her eyes that had not existed three months ago.I was destroying her.The woman I married was soft and kind and full of light. Everything I was not. She believed in second chances and redemption and the fundamental goodness of people. She saw beauty in small moments and chose compassion even when anger would have been easier.Now she was learning to shoot. To fight. To live in constant vigilance. She checked corners before entering rooms. She kept her back to the wall in public spaces. She carried a weapon everywhere an
Dr Morrison's POVI received Four's call at six in the morning. Hospital shooting. Veronica discharged her weapon. Monte witnessed violence. Come immediately.I arrived within the hour and found them in a private waiting area cordoned off by police. Monte was asleep in Veronica's lap and his small face pressed against her chest. Four sat beside them with one hand on Veronica's shoulder and his expression carved from stone.But it was Veronica who stopped me cold.She looked up when I entered and her eyes met mine with a clarity that should not exist after trauma. There was composure in her posture. Strength in the way she held Monte. And something else. Something harder."Dr Morrison. Thank you for coming."Her voice was steady. Too steady for someone who had shot another human being hours ago.I sat across fro
Veronica's POVThe gunshots grew louder and closer and my body moved before my mind could process fear. I grabbed Monte from Four's arms and dropped into a crouch in the corner farthest from the door. My son was awake now and his eyes were wide with terror that no five year old should ever experience."Mama, what is happening?""Shh, baby. Stay quiet for me. Can you do that?"He nodded but his whole body trembled against mine. I wrapped myself around him like a shield and felt my heart hammer so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.Four positioned himself at the door with his gun drawn. He had insisted on carrying despite hospital rules and now I understood why. The man I married had lived in worlds where violence was currency and survival was earned through preparation.Manuel's voice cut through the chaos. "Three hostiles plus Volkov. They are coming from the east corridor. Fall back to defensive positions."Gunfire erupted in the hallway. Sharp cracks that made Monte flin
Veronica’s POV. Four looked wrong. It wasn't something I could name immediately, which made it worse but I had seen that expression a lot of times. It was in the way he came through the door, shoulder tight, eyes avoiding mine as the room itself offended him.He looked at me, he didn't smile, he d
Four's POV.“I feel no attraction for her,” “I feel nothing for her.”“She's got enough to worry about, I'm not about to insert myself in one of those situations.”Words. Words. Words. They crowded my thoughts, messed with the actual things that worked me up. Words!I reached for the new shipment
Veronica’s POV. After Four put me in my place, I remained there. Rigid in my new round throne with the walls of my heart locked tight, the key thrown out so no one could ever get a hold of it.It didn't help that the girl— Mia, was now assigned to me. Assigned to taking care of me until I was back
Jason's POV. “What is this?” I seized the piece of paper in my hand, the words written on it not more than a hundred, yet the hairs at the back of my neck. Quickly, I flung it away.Rebecca rushed to retrieve it, curiosity burned in her eyes to see what frightened me so much, she saw my demure shi







