After they left Jimmy with Mr. Louise, his father, Jimmy sat on the edge of the old leather armchair, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. The shadows in the room flickered against the walls as the sun began to set, casting a dim orange hue across the room. His eyes burned with frustration, but behind that anger, a sharp clarity was emerging.He had been Doncastered—beaten, humiliated, made to feel small—but now he knew who had been behind it all. Cooper. That name simmered in his thoughts like acid. But the real realization was more potent than anger: Cooper no longer had power over him. That truth filled Jimmy with a grim sense of liberation."He’s done," Jimmy muttered under his breath, almost in disbelief. A bitter smirk formed on his lips. "He just doesn’t know it yet."He stood and began pacing, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. Mr. Louise watched him quietly from the corner, the old man's gray eyes sunken but observant. Jimmy’s mind raced, plotting, planning
One thing Kira could never wrap her head around was how Cooper always seemed to know so much about her. Not just the obvious things, like her birthday or the color she wore most, but the obscure, intimate pieces of her past—the kind of things she had barely even told herself.She watched him now from the kitchen doorway of her restaurant, arms folded across her chest, her brows furrowed as he sat at a table with a to-go box from her favorite food truck. Her favorite. One she’d never mentioned aloud. Ever. Her lips parted slightly, confusion etched on her face.“How... how did you know?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Cooper looked up at her with that easy smile he always wore, the kind that reached his eyes and made her heart betray her better judgment. "Know what?" he asked innocently, popping a piece of shrimp into his mouth.She stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "That food truck... I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. Not even Jessica. And you show up with a box f
When Cooper got the message from Kira, his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just a simple notification—it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. The constant pressure that had been suffocating him for days evaporated in an instant. Kira always had that effect on him. Her words, no matter how short or vague, brought him peace.He had spent the past few days tense and restless, torn between confronting his uncle about the proposed engagement and walking away from everything. His nights had been sleepless, his mind clouded with what-ifs. But the moment her message came through, it felt like the universe whispered to him that everything would be okay.His uncle had noticed the change too.“You’re leaving?” his uncle asked, surprised, as Cooper grabbed his car keys.Cooper paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. “I have to see someone.”His grandmother looked up from her chair, a warm smile tugging at her wrinkled lips. “Is it her?”Cooper turned to her, the storm in his c
Kira stood in the middle of Cooper's room, her brows knitted tightly, her lips trembling as she clutched a small duffel bag. Her hands shook as she tried to zip it up, her movements hurried and desperate.Cooper stepped into the room, his expression hardening when he saw her. "Kira? What are you doing?"She turned around, startled, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "I'm packing. I want you to leave. We need to run away, Cooper. Please.""What?" he asked, walking closer, confusion furrowing his brows. "Run away? Why?""The mafia, Cooper! They will kill you! They’ll come for you, and I can’t—I can’t lose you!" Her voice cracked with panic, her lower lip trembling as she stepped closer to him. Her hands reached out, grabbing the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.Cooper's heart clenched at the sight of her. This wasn’t just fear—this was terror. Real, raw, and coursing through her like a storm. He knew she’d been trying to be strong, but she w
Kira didn’t get it. She didn’t understand what was going on.Why would the Mafian leader side with an outsider instead of his own son?Her brows pulled together in confusion, lips slightly parted as the question kept hammering through her mind like a relentless drumbeat. She sat on the edge of the couch in Cooper’s apartment, hands clenched tightly in her lap, trying to look composed—but her insides were anything but calm.No matter how many times she replayed the scene in her head, it didn’t make sense.Even if Cooper wasn’t the biological son of the Mafian leader, he was raised under his roof. He wore the family name like a badge of honor, did their dirty work, and earned their respect. So why, when everything was on the line, did the Mafian leader choose an outsider over his own blood?It had felt like betrayal wrapped in a calm voice and an unreadable smirk.And what unsettled her even more was the way everyone—those cold, ruthless men in tailored suits—looked at Cooper. As if he
Everybody thought the world was going down the drain. Chaos, corruption, and cruelty wrapped the city like a suffocating fog. The worst person to even imagine there was hope left was Kira. She had already seen it coming, long before the rest of them. To her, this was it. Her last time. Her last chance. Help wasn’t coming. Nobody was coming to save her.Especially not after he said she should be a stripper in his casino. That offer wasn’t just degrading—it was terrifying. And when she refused, his demeanor changed. Like flipping a switch. He grabbed her waist, his hands rough and possessive. His breath stank of whiskey, and his eyes gleamed with hunger.“Don’t act like you’re better than the other girls,” he hissed, pressing his body close to hers.“Let go of me,” Kira spat, struggling against him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.He tried to kiss her. His hand slid around her back, trying to trap her, trying to control her. Panic surged through her veins.“No!” she yelled, tear