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Antonio didnât say much after that. He pried away, cleaned the broken glass, wiped the blood from the floor, and left. No explanations or goodbye. Just the sound of the door closing. ----- ðð®ð§ð'ð¬ ððð§ð¬ð¢ðšð§ {ððšð«ð§ð¢ð§ð } Morning came with sunlight stabbing through his curtainsâfar too bright for the dull ache behind his eyes. Antonio blinked awake with the click of his door, disoriented⊠Grinch walked in without asking and just laid a file on the nightstand. His gaze followed Grinch all through the process until he turned to leave. His expression quickly went from detached to lethal. âWhy did you let me sink into this filth?â he asked quietly. Grinch stopped. âYou wanted control,â his reply was grim. That was it. Antonio pushed himself upright, heartbeat picking as he approached Grinch. âI only wanted control over my heart, not your damn responsibility.â âAnd keeping you alive was my job,â Grinch shot back. âEven from yourself. But you shoved it away for one dry pussy.â Antonio laughed once. Short and broken. âJust this once after six years, I chose feeling,â he said quietly. âI wanted to live a fairytale memory and you let it bury me.â Seconds ticked and none said a thing further. âDon wants to see you?â Grinch finally broke the silence. Antonio's jaw flexed â a small twitch, barely visible, but violent to the trained eye. âYouâve changed a lotâ Grinch met his eyes. âI learned from you.â He rolled his eyes, then padded away. Antonio stared after him, astonished. He was usually the one who left first. Not explaining or using extra words but Grinch just dished it out to him. He stood there longer than he should, and when he eventually checked his phone, it was exactly where he left it last night â except now it had eight missed calls. All from Nevena and Lucas. He sank onto the mattress, and returned only Nevena's call. âDid you get home safe?â She answered at the first ring. âYesâ âI made breakfast, stop and eatâ she whispered softly after a void of silence. He gave no reply, but she pressed on determinedly. âAre you busy?â âYesâ âOkayâsorry for disturbingâ He heard the disappointment breathe through the line. âI love youâ she sputtered and he blinked hard. He couldn't even give her that reassurance that he loved her too. âSee you later.â He managed, ending the call. Nevena's stomach knotted as she lowered the phone slowly. Cracking through Antonio's emotions was hard. Hope was the last currency she hadâ disappointedly it was thinning. ---- Antonio didn't leave his room the whole day, glass after glass of spirit. The ache dulled but never vanished. By evening, Grinch knocked and reminded him of the appointment with Lucas. âDon's waitingâ alcohol won't solve a thing.â He got ready slowly, heavy-limbed. With each buttoning of his shirt, he pulled his drowsiness away forcing clarity back into his bones. ----- ðð®ððð¬' ðð¡ð¢ð© Lucas studied Antonio from behind his desk as he walked in. A weapon laid out for inspection. âWhat have you been up to lately?â The inevitable question landed like a sledgehammer. âWorkâ he snarled in response, settling into an empty chair. The Don smiled thinly and reached for the drawer. âYou don't seem to get enough time for yourself â I guess, considering the hollowness of your skin.â Antonio gave a brassy nod and cowered tiredly. âGrinch said you wanted to meet.â âYesâ Lucas stood, approaching him. âI needed to be sure that my Blade is still sharpâ âOkayâ Antonio throated, pulling out his buzzing phone. âIf you're doneâ can I go back to work?â âSon you came home after a long timeâ Lucas prowled as he typed on his phone shamelessly. âHave dinner atleastâ âI would love to â but it will crash my engagementsâ âOkayâ Lucas bellowed, throwing a fat envelope at him. âThatâs a new obstacle, look at it and tell me what you think.â âCarlos should handle it,â Antonio said tightly, âmy schedule is not the nicest these days.â âOkay⊠if you say soâ Lucas recoiled back to his armchair, while the latter straightened to leave. âBut I will always be here, that's if you change your mind about dinner.â He gave a curt nod and matched out. Grinch met him outside, and they left. They barely made it to shore when he ripped open the envelope. Pictures of him with Nevena filled everywhere. Their kiss from the first time to the hot intimacy in her bathroom, the date, rooftop closeness to her cleaning his bruise last night. Every damn detail. âHoly shit" he cussed, dialing Lucas' number immediately. Every frantic ring ended with no answer, that cold gesture alone plummeted his pulse level. âTurn aroundâ he snapped at Grinch who obeyed without questioning. Unable to withstand the mounting pressure, he grabbed the wheel himself and blazed off. Grinch settled back on the seat and looked at the pictures. âHe sure dug wellâ Antonio didn't answer, all his focus was on stopping Carlos. Getting back to Lucas' ship was chaos, Carlos' name blasted everywhere the two men went. Giving up on finding Carlos, he crashed Lucas' dinner. Dishes laid out on the table while Lucas sat and dined with a villain's graceâ a king untouched by war. âWhere is Carââ âEat first" he gestured sharply, cutting him off as though unaware of the chaos he'd caused. Without questioning, Antonio slumped into the only seat at the rear end. âIt was meâ he muttered after some dripping seconds, looking at his hands. âI convinced her â she knows nothing about all thisâ âCarlos already left,âLucas dabbed his mouth. âSober upâ it's late nowâ âYou can still stop itâ âIâm afraid I can't.â Lucas' chair scraped as he stood up. âHer fate is already sealedâ ----- Meanwhile back at her guest house, Nevena paced to the uneasy sense of being watched, Antonio had texted that he was coming over but he was yet to make it. As the night deepened, her apartment grew more silent, the food went cold but⊠her hope bar was still full. She felt eyes on her â not inside the room, but outside, just beyond the window and she approached the curtains slowly, two fingers lifting the edge just enoughâ A black SUV sat across the street, engine running. She dropped the curtain immediately, and made to unlock the entrance door.ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°The holding room was grey and quiet. Breanna sat with her hands folded. Back straight. Eyes on the door.She found it hard to sleep or eat. She had always been the one to lock people here, but now this feeling of being locked was overwhelming. The waiting. The weight.She thought of who to reach out to, but none. The panel was obviously trying to bury her, so it was pointless.The door opened, and a guard stepped in. "Ma'am. You have a visitor."Breanna didn't move. She still wedged her tough personality. "Who?"The guard didn't answer. He just stepped aside.And in walked a woman Breanna didn't recognize. Sharp suit. Carrying a leather folder. No smile."Detective Stewart," the woman said. "My name is Elena Vargas. I'm here to escort you out."Breanna's heart stopped. "Is the hearing scheduled today?""Your hearing has been adjourned indefinitely. All charges pending review." Elena opened the folder, showed her the stamp. "You're free to go."Breanna d
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°She sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped. "Nevena," she called, softer. "I didn't mean to be rude. Forgive me if it hurt you."Nevena shook her head. Sophia waited. Then she pulled Nevena close to her chest and consoled her. They just stayed there while the morning light crawled across the floor."I won't scold ever again. Okay?"Nevena swallowed. Tried to speak. Nothing came out. Sophia didn't push.Finally, her voice emergedâcracked, raw. "It's not that. We went to Antonio."Sophia went still. "Antonio? That's reckless.""Junior took me. He spoke some language I didn't understand and paid the driver with words." Nevena laughed onceâhollow. "He had Antonio's personal contact card.""That boy is going to put someone in trouble one day." Sophia seethed."He just wanted to tell his buddy that his mother was in trouble and ask for help.""I bet Antonio wouldn't pay an ear.""He said yes." Nevena sat up. "But there's a condition.""I know it." So
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°"Then don't be a monster." Nevena's voice didn't shake. "Be the man who gave his buddy a contact card and told him to call if he ever needed you."Antonio exhaled slowly, controlledâ and dropped his hand. He stepped back. Just one step and turned away from her.He walked to the decanter. Poured two fingers of whiskey and drank it standing, staring at the drawn curtains."She arrested me, put me in cuffs," he said. "And dragged me to court in front of my own men. Made a spectacle.""She also did the same with me. I respected it." Nevena cut in."Forgive meâbut I'm not that merciful." Antonio obliged."I don't mean you forgive her. But she's facing the panel alone. They're going to bury her."Antonio set the glass down. "You think I can stop that?" He turned. "I'm not a politician, Tourist. I don't own judges. I own casinos and hotel contracts and a few people who owe me favors.""But you know people who know people." Nevena pressed calmly. "That boy gave
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°The chief security led them down a corridor that whispered wealth. Marble floors. Dim sconces.He stopped before a door of grey wood. Pressed a code into a panel beside it. The lock clicked."Mr. Hunt's private waiting room," he announced, stepping aside. "He'll be informed of your presence immediately upon arrival."Nevena walked in without thanking him.Junior followed, briefcase in hand. The door closed behind themâsoft, final.The room was dressed in glamour. Deep leather chairs. A decanter on a side table. Heavy curtains drawn against the morning. One door and no telephone.Nevena stood in the center, arms crossed, staring at him. The suit. The briefcase. The contact card. For a split second, he looked like a miniature of Antonio."How do you even have that card?"Junior touched his breast pocket. "Buddy gave it to me after I met him about your court case. Told me if I ever needed himâreally needed himâto call, not to run to his house at midnight."
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°Outside smelled of stale earth and cold wind. Nevena had asked twice where they were going. Junior hadn't answered either time, he just led her to the road and flagged down a cab.The driverâa thick-necked man with tired eyesâglanced at them. "Where to?"Junior leaned forward and switched languages like flipping a knife. "La casa de mi madre. El barrio viejo. Santa Fe." The driver's eyes flicked to Nevena, then back to Junior. A beat. A slow nod."¿Sola la casa?""SÃ. Ella no necesita saber la dirección."The driver grunted and clicked the lock. Junior reached for the door but Nevena's hand tightened on his shoulder. "What did you say to him?" Her pulse climbed. "I have a bad feeling.""Trust me." Junior turned at her. "We aren't getting into trouble."Nevena stared back. This wasn't the boy who'd asked for crayons yesterday.Trusting his guideline, she settled into the cab with him. The driver dropped the meter and they pulled away from the curb. Ne
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°During Breanna's long absence, things ran smoothly⊠from science revisions to maths and so on.Sophia's phone dinged, one glance at it, she excused herself and left. After a while, she came back walking cold, Nevena snapped a gaze at her sensing something wrong. âDid something happen?. You look moodyâJunior tilted his head at Sophia then went back to his book, uninterested. âCan I see you out for a few minutes?â Sophia beckoned on Nevena.Nevena gave a curt nod, understanding that whatever it was, wasn't for Junior. She singled out a word problem and instructed Junior to practice with while she was gone.In the enclosure of Sophia's room, Sophia summarizes the trouble Breanna was in and the disturbing information she got about the possible outcome from a colleague.âMaybe we should call her up?â Nevena suggested.Sophia hesitatesâ a phone call during a panel hearing could go south, but Nevena's persuasion won. She dials but it goes straight to voicem
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â° âSorry, maâam. Mr. Hunt is still in a meeting,â the secretary apologized.Nevenaâs fingers tightened around the strap of her small purse.âOkay,â she murmured, stepping back to sit again.âMaâam⊠Iâd advise otherwise,â the woman added carefully.Nevena looked up. âA
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°The courthouse faded behind the cabâs mirror, its marble columns shrinking into the distance.Nevena leaned her head against the window, the glass warm beneath the early afternoon sun.Mateoâs words still echoed faintly in her head â but her hands clutched tightly ar
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°âObjection!â Mrs. Polenta barked. âThe defense is badgering the witness.ââSustained,â the judge said, though the firmness in her tone had begun to waver.Mateo pivoted smoothly. âThen letâs call our next witness â Officer Vargo.âA Maverick uniformed security office
ðððð¢ðâð¬ ðððŠðð¬ð¢ð¬Â°Â°Â°Mateo didnât waste a second. He grabbed the bag, his movements calm but electric beneath the surface.âYour Honor,â he announced, voice steady over the hush of the courtroom, ânew evidence â certified.â âSeriouslyâ The judge blinked, momentarily thrown off. âAt this







