Those words seemed to lift an invisible weight from my shoulders. It didn’t take long for tears to roll uncontrollably down my face. The warm touch enveloping me, the fresh yet comforting scent, even the roughness of his clothes against my skin—all of it made me feel truly protected by him. I clung to his arms, burying my face in them, ashamed to be seen in such a pathetic state—crying, trembling, fleeing like a criminal. Cassian waited patiently as I calmed down. Slowly, his fingers slid to my face, turning it toward him, and that’s when I noticed how he was dressed. His clothes were completely different from his usual style—a gray hoodie, a dark cap, and jeans. This wasn’t the attire a mafia Boss would wear in broad daylight. I wiped my face, pulling away from his touch. “What are you doing here, Mr. Moore?” As soon as I asked, Cassian covered my mouth, pressing a finger to his own lips, signaling me to stay silent. “I assume you don’t want to be found, do you?” I
Guilt and fear overwhelmed me. My entire body trembled as my legs gave way. I couldn’t organize my thoughts or muster excuses to defend myself. I was thinking of Cassian, comparing him to my boyfriend, and worse, choosing Cassian over Daniel. Under Daniel’s piercing gaze, my throat closed up, air wouldn’t reach my lungs, and my eyes burned with tears I couldn’t shed. Turbulent, dangerous emotions swirled within me, leaving me utterly powerless and weak before Daniel and his accusations. When I lifted my gaze, I met gentle eyes. Daniel looked at me with softness, a calm expression, his chest rising and falling steadily. It seemed he’d calmed down. I wanted to talk to him, explain everything, and put the misunderstandings behind us. To return to how things were. But even though I longed to approach him and hug him, my body wouldn’t obey. Daniel’s explosive reaction, his aggression, and jealousy were glaring red flags—the kind our mothers always warn us to avoid. In my ca
Despair had overtaken me by then. I thrashed, ignoring the stares, whispers, and phones pointed our way. I had to break free and get Daniel out of there, calm him down, and have a normal conversation with him—even knowing that, after what I’d witnessed from him, I’d never see him the same way again. “Daniel, let go of me now! This is absurd. Look at the scene you’re making, the shame and ridicule we’re enduring.” My teeth were clenched, my jaw aching from the strain. “Indeed…” Daniel’s wrist was seized by Jack’s hand, lifted with ease. “A boy like you would never know how to treat a woman.” Jack smiled, leaning his face closer to Daniel’s. “Your father must be disappointed with such an incompetent son.” Daniel’s face paled, his eyes widening. No matter what I said or tried to do to separate them, the situation only worsened, spiraling down an irreversible path. Jack’s men kept their distance, which eased my nerves slightly, but the same couldn’t be said for the onlookers.
I tried to smile, pretending to be familiar with Jack as I turned, putting my back to Daniel so he wouldn’t see the lie in my eyes. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Mr. Harris.” Jack smiled, clearly enjoying the stupid game he’d dragged me into. “You think I’d forget? I suppose it was the joy of finding you, Miss Reed.” “This is ridiculous!” Daniel’s voice came low and fierce from behind me. “You’re Lily’s new employer? You expect me to believe that?” His words hit me hard, especially since I’d just confirmed Jack was my boss. I looked at my boyfriend, whose eyes remained fixed on the redheaded man before him. Jack let out a dry laugh, reaching into his coat to pull out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with grace and elegance. He studied Daniel carefully before turning to me. “Who’s this kid, Lily?” My face flushed the moment my nickname slipped from Jack’s lips, and at the same time, Daniel lunged at him, shoving me aside with more force than necessary. I couldn
Liam rose, wiping the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his hand. “You posh wanker! Mind your own business!” Before he could say more, Liam was lifted by the collar of his shirt. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you, Reed.” I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. The strong, deep tone of his voice, the slightly tousled dark blond waves, and his sturdy frame with broad shoulders gave him away. “Daniel…” his name slipped from my lips with a sigh of relief. My boyfriend shoved Liam away, who stumbled back, retreating quickly, but not before casting me a deadly glare and spitting on the ground. “We’ll meet again, you whore.” Everyone around stopped to watch Liam stagger off, struggling to stay upright. Chloe and Amy helped me up and guided me to one of the café’s outdoor chairs. A kind waitress offered me a glass of water, which I could barely hold due to the violent trembling of my hands. I took a big gulp and then clutched my wrist, covering my w
As soon as I was ready, I sent messages to Chloe and Amy, arranging to meet up after so long. I was excited. Having that moment of freedom was a breath of fresh air after everything I’d witnessed. The warm, cozy atmosphere was the complete opposite of London’s gray, chilly morning. My friends were already seated, but the moment they saw me walk in, they stood, greeting me with tight hugs. “Chloe told me you were okay, but I still worried,” Amy said, gripping my hands tightly in hers. “I’m sorry, Amy. Things have been hectic with work and college.” “I heard about what happened from some upperclassmen, but it didn’t make the news,” Chloe commented as we settled at the table. “I… wasn’t there that day. I was at my part-time job,” I said, trying to cover it up while scanning the menu. “Really?” Chloe said, leaning over the table toward me, her big blue eyes sparkling like a summer sky. “But, girl, you’ve got the club. Do you need money? Is that old hag tormenting you