LOGIN(** Go to Bradley’s Point of View**)The moment the car carrying Dwyne disappeared from his sight—Silence settled. Not the absence of sound but the kind of silence that came before something broke.Bradley stood in the middle of the street, unmoving, as if the chaos unfolding around him did not exist. The wrecked vehicle still smoked faintly behind him, the scent of burned rubber and gunpowder thick in the air.His breathing was steady and controlled but his eyes—Were not.Another car door slammed open, he saw boots hit the ground and weapons clicked into position but he did not need to turn to know.They had come prepared with guns raised from multiple angles.Amateurs trying to look professional… Bradley exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders once, loosening the tension in his muscles like a man preparing for something routine, familiar and what he had done far too many times.“Wrong move…” he muttered under his breath.Then—He moved.His hand slipped behind his back, fingers curling
Inside the car, I barely had time to process the strange tension lingering in Bradley’s silence when—Everything happened at once.A deafening crash—Metal slammed violently into us from the side.My body jerked forward, a gasp tearing from my throat as the impact rattled through the car.“What the—?!”Before I could even finish—A gunshot rang out.BANG! The sharp sound pierced the air, loud and terrifying.My heart stopped. “Brad—!”But before fear could take over completely—Bradley moved fast and decisive.His arm wrapped around me instantly, pulling me down against him as his body shifted, positioning himself between me and the direction of the attack, completely shielding me.“Stay down,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.Another gunshot echoed.Bang! I jerk when I hear it getting closer.My hands clutched onto his shirt instinctively, my breath coming unevenly. “Brad—this is—”“I know, baby.” he cut me off, his tone calm in a way that made no sense in a moment like this.T
Chapter 54(**Back to Dwyne’s Point of View**)I had just stepped out of the doctors’ ward, exhaustion settling deep into my bones after a long shift, when my steps slowed without warning.Then stopped completely.Because he was there.Leaning casually against the wall near the entrance, as if he had all the time in the world, stood a man who looked entirely out of place in a hospital—and yet somehow commanded the space like it belonged to him.Bradley.Even from a distance, he carried that same dangerous composure, dressed sharply, his presence drawing attention without him needing to do anything at all. People glanced at him as they passed—some curious, some intrigued—but none daring enough to approach.It was almost amusing.The way they looked at him like they wanted to get closer… but knew better.I felt a smile form on my lips before I could stop it.There was just something about him. Dangerous. Unapproachable. And yet—Mine.“Hey, you,” I called out as I walked toward him.The
“You look proud, Phil.”Harry’s voice carried a mixture of curiosity and disbelief as he glanced sideways at his older brother. They had just stepped out of the hospital café, the late afternoon light stretching across the pavement, but the weight of what had just happened still lingered heavily between them.Phil turned his head slowly, meeting Harry’s gaze then, without hesitation, he nodded.“I am.”The answer came simply, but it was not light. It held conviction—something solid and unexpected after everything they had just witnessed.Edward, walking slightly behind them, let out a quiet sigh as he slipped his hands into his pockets.“A man who is brave enough to face the three of us without hesitation… who approaches us directly, without hiding, and claims our sister like that…” Edward said, shaking his head slightly. “That is not someone we can underestimate.”Phil let out a small breath, his lips curving into a fai
“I heard you met Benjamin,” Phil said, his voice steady but edged with something unreadable.Dwyne turned her head slowly to look at him, her expression calm, though her eyes held a quiet depth that had not been there before. After a brief pause, she gave a small nod.“Yes,” she answered simply.The word alone seemed to carry more weight than any long explanation could have.Phil studied her closely, as though trying to read between the lines of everything she was not saying. Harry shifted slightly in his seat, while Edward remained still, his gaze gentle but filled with concern.Dwyne drew in a soft breath before continuing, her voice quieter now, yet undeniably firm.“Because of Brad… I was able to face him.”The effect of her words was immediate.All three of her brothers looked at her in surprise, their reactions unguarded for the first time since the conversation had begun. There was disbelief, yes, but also something else—something closer to understanding. They might not know th
The café was quieter than the main lobby, but not by much. The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of cups filled the air, a strange contrast to the tension coiling tightly in Dwyne’s chest.She chose a table in the corner.Of course, it didn’t stay private for long.Marco and Gray positioned themselves nearby—not too close, but close enough. The other guards lingered at a distance, pretending to blend in, though their presence was impossible to ignore.Phil noticed immediately.His jaw tightened.Harry leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, scanning the room like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t make sense.Ed, however, stayed beside Dwyne, his expression softer, but filled with concern.“What is all this, Dwyne?” Phil asked, his voice low but firm. “Stop brushing it off. We deserve an explanation.”Dwyne exhaled slowly, staring down at her hands.Where do I even start?“First, hello, I’m glad to see you all again and this…” she gestured slightly around th







