MasukCHAPTER 29MATILDA’S POVThe security guard behind the marble desk in the lobby didn’t even have a chance to reach for his phone.When I pushed through the heavy glass doors, he blinked at me in bleary-eyed confusion, his mouth opening to recite whatever corporate script he had been trained on. But before he could get a word out, I held up a hand, gave him a sharp, utterly unbothered nod, and strode straight toward the private executive elevators at the back of the atrium.I swiped the keycard Gideon had given me weeks ago—the one he had forgotten to revoke when he threw me out of his garage—and the metal doors slid open with a soft, quiet chime.I stepped inside. The doors slid shut, sealing me into the mirrored car as it surged upward, floor by floor, into the dark tower.My reflection stared back at me in the glass. Pale. Dark circles under my eyes from a night without sleep. Jeans and a simple black sweater underneath my leather jacket. I looked nothing like the polished, controll
CHAPTER 28MATILDA’S POV3:14 AM.The glowing red numbers on my bedside digital clock stared back at me in the dark, ticking away the seconds of a night I knew I wouldn't sleep through.I lay flat on my back, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, listening to the quiet settling of the house. Down the hall, Mom was sleeping peacefully. The neighborhood outside was dead silent. I had my house back. I had my safety back. I had every single thing I had prayed for since the night Caleb’s debt came crashing down on my head.So why did my own bed feel like a cage?Every time I closed my eyes, the dark didn't bring rest—it brought imagery so vivid and grotesque it made my blood run cold.Piece by piece.Blossom’s flat, hollow voice kept echoing in the quiet room, repeating the words like a sickening lullaby. I saw the worn, formal photograph of that eight-year-old girl with big, innocent eyes. I saw a father who stood by and did nothing while his own flesh and blood was torn apart.And then I saw Gid
CHAPTER 27MATILDA’S POV“That photograph…” Blossom’s voice was barely a whisper, floating in the dim light of the car’s dashboard. “You touched an open wound, Matilda. A wound he was nowhere near ready to deal with. That’s why he shut down.”She turned her body in the seat, her eyes locking onto mine with an earnest, desperate intensity.“I think you’re the only person who can undo this.”I stared at her, my mouth dropping open in sheer, unadulterated shock. “What?”“I know it sounds crazy, but—”“Are you out of your mind?” I interrupted, my hands flying up as I let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “Do you hear how completely ridiculous what you’re asking of me is? You want me to go back in there? You want me to walk into his lair and force him to face his demons?”“I just need you to provoke a reaction!” Blossom pleaded, leaning forward, her hands gripping the steering wheel. “He’s suffocating all of us with this ice! If you can just get him to snap—”“You want me to be the living s
CHAPTER 26MATILDA’S POV“Sweetheart? Who’s at the door?”Mom’s gentle voice floated down the hallway from the living room.My heart slammed against my ribs. I practically threw my body against the doorframe, blocking Blossom from view as panic surged through me. “No one, Mom! Just a neighbor asking for directions!”I turned back to Blossom, keeping my voice down to a fierce whisper. “Give me ten seconds. Wait at your car.”Blossom didn't argue. She just gave a sharp nod and slipped off the porch.I shut the front door, grabbed my denim jacket off the coat rack, and shoved my arms through the sleeves. “Mom, I’m stepping out for a few minutes to grab fresh air!” I called out before she could ask questions, stepping back out into the cool evening air and pulling the door shut behind me.Blossom’s sleek black sedan was parked half a block down the street, idling quietly beneath the amber glow of a streetlight. I walked fast, my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, my mind racing.I
CHAPTER 25MATILDA’S POVFour days.Four days, ninety-six hours, and not a single black car had idled at the end of my street. No heavy boots had kicked open my front door. No cryptic, two-word texts had lit up my phone in the middle of the night.Nothing.I lay flat on my back, staring up at the white plaster of my bedroom ceiling, the silence in the house heavy and unbroken. Part of me—the rational, sane part—had fully expected the biker gang to storm back into my life. I had prepared myself for Gideon to drag me out of bed, to throw another impossible contract in my face, to remind me of the debt.But he hadn’t.Gideon Vale had meant every single word he said in that garage. The deal was off. I was free. My house was safe, my mom was safe, and I was completely, utterly erased from his world.I should have been celebrating. I should have been popping champagne.Instead, a strange, hollow weight sat right in the center of my chest.I rolled onto my side, staring at the empty space on
CHAPTER 24MATILDA’S POVSilence fell over the room like a physical blow.Gideon didn’t shout. He didn’t throw the bottle. He didn’t surge across the desk to rip the photograph from my hands.Instead, he went entirely, unnervingly still.The raw grief that had flickered across his face moments ago vanished behind a wall of absolute ice. He stepped forward—slow, deliberate, terrifying in his quietness—and reached out.His fingers brushed mine as he took the small, worn photograph from my grip. He didn't look at me. He carefully placed the picture back into the top drawer, slid it shut with a soft click, and turned his gaze on me.His eyes were completely dead.The air in the room felt suddenly devoid of oxygen. My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, heavy knot of guilt twisting violently in my gut. I hadn't just broken his rules. I hadn't just snooped. I had put my hand directly onto an open, bleeding scar.“I…” My voice cracked, the word tasting like lead on my tongue. I never a
GIDEON VALEThe elevator hummed silently.It's enclosed walls offering the silence I treasured.I stood alone, mind not able to shut off.She was all I could think about.The girl whose house you took is hard to ignore Who does she think she is?Giving me a message. A threat.Audacity like that us
GIDEON VALEThe bar breath beneath my feet.Even with the reinforced glass and steel, I could still hear the steady hum of the noise below, like a distant pulse.Files laid across my table in neat opened stacks.Territory agreements, land deeds, debt summaries, interest accurals, property transfers
Really?!!!Not white tigers but white bears.That gangster wannabe's tattoo was the answer all along.It was literally right in front of me.The website redirected to another site with a white and gold layout.I scrolled down to find any information but there was nothing, just an endless loop of w
I half expected no one to show up to dad's funeral. But to my annoyance and surprise, a dozen people sat scattered around the little church auditorium with unmasked boredom while the preacher hummed a sermon meant to make us cry a river and think of where we'd end up after we die.I knew where Dad







