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The rain began as a whisper on the roof of the abandoned storage facility—an eerie percussion against rusted aluminum walls.Lilian’s consciousness flickered in and out like a dying bulb.Her wrists burned where the zip ties cut skin; her head throbbed, her throat dry from panic that refused to give her breath.Cold.Metal.Dark.The world snapped back in pieces—warehouse beams, shadows, chains hanging like trophies of violence.She tried to move—her ankles were bound.A door creaked.Footsteps. Precise, deliberate. The click of heels like a countdown.Rita.The woman who, for months, had smiled at charity galas, whose perfume lingered beside Chris Newton like a claim, whose eyes always seemed to watch Lilian—too intently.Tonight she did not wear silk or diamonds.Only a fitted storm-grey coat, gloves, and eyes that glowed with something feral—like a predator finally circling its prey with no audience to mask the truth.“You’re awake. Good,” Rita said quietly, shutting the metal door
Early that evening, the rain was gentle at first, falling in sheets that muffled the sound and frayed the edges of things. The rooftop restaurant where Lilian was waiting shimmered with gold lights and glass, hanging over the city like a quiet throne room. She had picked the spot with care.Public. Bright. Safe.Or at least, she hoped.She sat alone at a corner table, her back straight, her fingers interlaced across her knees, hiding the shaking that threatened to betray her. Rarely did she not answer Chris' calls when they came in. This time had been different. There was a crackle in his voice—not dramatic, and definitely not the arrogant façade he normally presented, but something genuine.“Lilian… please. Just once more. I have to tell you something.”One last time.Then she whispered under her breath, as if trying to calibrate herself:"I'm only here for closure."NoteYet beneath the force was a knot of expectation she would not admit. A knot fed by memories—and they were not all
The smell of antiseptic filled the hospital corridor.Jack Macon did not like hospitals. Hospitals were where the truth whispered instead of shouted, where the lies slid out through lips barely parted, and death clung to curtains that were too thin to cover it. Jack Macon knew all too well what those corridors were like. He had been through them all too many times before.There was nothing different about tonight either.Kelvin was slumped in a plastic chair outside Trauma Room Three, elbows pressed against his knees, interlocking his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white as chalk. Since Jack's arrival, he had yet to say a word. Had yet to look up.“Jack stopped beside him.”“She’s alive,” Jack whispered quietly.Kelvin flinched as if the words hurt him rather than comforted him.“How?” “They said she wouldn’t make it.” His voice was rough."She surprised them."Kelvin gave a small, jerked laugh that trailed away to nothing. “She always does.”Jack studied him for a second.
Fire had a sound.It wasn't a sound that people imagined in movies, only wood bursting, walls groaning with heated expansion, and glass shattering as if it were bones. The hunger was extreme. The entire safe house was crumbling slowly.Lilian woke up choking.The smoke slid into her lungs even before fear could reach her brain. A harsh, burning inhale wrenched her from sleep. Her eyes flashed open; her skin was stinging; the room was misty with gray mist. In a dizzy flash of a moment, she thought she was back in Chris's penthouse, awakening from the nightmare."And then she smelled gas."“Jack!” Her voice came out hoarseThe door swung open immediately.Jack Macon didn't ask questions. He had never asked questions when his instincts had been the driving force. He took three strides across the room and caught her wrist with his fingers.“Fire!” he yelled, already moving. “We've got only two minutes.”The hallway was a smoke-filled tunnel.The alarm lights started to flicker, and the wa
The safehouse was not meant to be noticed.That was the word Jack Macon had used—invisible. No digital trail. No neighbors worth bribing. Then there were no cameras speaking to the city grid. Only a small building nestled between an abandoned laundromat and an office belonging to a dentist who hadn’t seen a patient in years.However, Lilian had learned one thing since Spring Street.Invisible things still bled.She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, near the edge of the small bed. She listened with all of her attention to the thrum of the refrigerator from the other room. The apartment had the faint scent of antiseptic and wood. Jack had cleaned the entire thing himself, scrubbing each surface until she had watched him, silent, methodical, and deliberate, like men who'd seen too much only ever were.“Are you okay?” Jack asked quietly from the doorway."Yes," Lilian nodded, although this is not completely true.“I keep thinking I heard something,” she said. “Footsteps. Car tires.”
The fall was loud.This is what Chris Newton always believed.He longed to shout. To scream. The smash of glass or the pounding of fists against marble walls. A loss of everything could accompany a claim of chaos: sirens blaring, headlines flashing, betrayal shouted to the bright sky.But instead, it came quietly.It had a notification tone.Chris was alone in the penthouse apartment, standing in front of floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city he once controlled. The lights of the city glittered like a string of jewels; tonight they glittered insincerely—remotely beyond his reach.His phone rang once.Then again.Unknown Number.His eyebrows furrowed, and irritation flashed through his expression. The numbers that he didn't remember were something of a plague on him these days. Lawyers and bankers are only two examples of many that he didn't even bother remembering anymore. Almost he didn't give it any mind.Almost.This text message contained no messages.A video file only.







