LOGINGAVINI was just about to walk into Kingsmith Specialist Hospital when my phone rang. I stepped aside, leaning against the cool concrete wall as the city traffic hummed behind me.“Yeah, Walker. Talk to me.”“I followed Dalton like you asked,” Joe said, voice low and cautious. “He went straight to some heavily guarded compound on the outskirts of the city. High walls, cameras everywhere, armed guards at the gate. Looked like a damn fortress. I couldn’t get close without blowing my cover, but something felt off about the whole place.”My grip tightened on the phone. “Send me the exact coordinates, and run the name Fabrizio through every database we have — financials, criminal records, known associates. I have a strong feeling he’s tied to the Rossi family.”“Sure thing,” Joe replied. “I’ll cross-reference with everything we have on the Rossis. If there’s a link, we’ll find it.”“Something is bothering me about all of this,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, tension knotted deep in m
GAVINThe talk with Cassandra had gone to hell.I can't tell when we lost the ability to sit down and have adult conversations. There used to be a time when we could be cordial, even loving. Now every conversation felt like walking through a battlefield. And I knew exactly when it all changed.The night I crossed the line with Melanie.“Cass, I need to see Dalton today,” I said to her, already grabbing my keys from the counter. “After that, we’re going to the hospital.”Her head snapped up so fast, the glass she was holding slipped from her hand and shattered on the tiles.“Shit!” she gasped, immediately bending down to pick up the pieces.“Don’t touch it,” I said sharply, grabbing her wrists before she could cut herself. “You’ll slice your hands open.”I dropped my car keys and rushed to get the broom and dustpan from the kitchen. “You need to be more careful, Cass. That could’ve injured you.”“W—Why are we going to the hospital?” she asked, her voice sounding strangely tight, as I s
MELANIE“No.” I shook my head violently, refusing to let the words sink in. “You’re lying.”I desperately tried to pull up memories of my mother, anything clear from when I was ten. What she looked like. What she sounded like, but everything was just so blurry. All I could clearly remember was her smile; she had this gentle, warm smile that always felt like sunshine on a stormy day. It always made me feel safe. The way she used to tuck my hair behind my ear and whisper that I was her favorite girl in the whole world.But every time I asked about her, whether it was Vivian or my father, they always shut down, giving me vague answers, or changing the subject like I was a fucking moron. It always pissed me off.“It’s not possible,” I whispered, my voice cracking as my eyes darted to Vivian. “Tell me he’s lying. Mom wasn’t… she wasn’t an addict, right?”Vivian wouldn’t meet my eyes. She just stared at the floor, wringing her hands together like she wanted to be anywhere else but here.“I’
MELANIEI stormed out of Reynold’s room, literally feeling like I was about to commit murder.My own father had gone behind my back to beg that rapist piece of shit to stay with me?For what? votes? His fucking image? For power?Ugh, I just couldn't believe it. I was rushing down the hallway, vision blurring with rage, and I didn’t see the person in front of me until I slammed straight into a solid chest.“Pretty girl, watch where you’re going,” a smooth, familiar voice said.My mind wasn’t on the stranger. I muttered a quick “Sorry” and tried to step aside, but a strong hand wrapped tightly around my wrist, stopping me.“Melanie Wealth?”I stopped instantly and looked up. My breath hitched.“I was right. It is you,” he said, his voice low and confident, a small smirk on his lips.Silvio Rossi stood there, twenty-five years old, tall, strikingly handsome with sharp cheekbones, blonde wavy hair, and piercing, cold black eyes that always seemed chilling and frankly, a bit frightening.
GAVINThe rink was alive with the loud scrape of blades on ice, pucks smacking against sticks, and the heavy breathing of fourteen exhausted players pushing through practice drills as cold air bit my face, my eyes sharp on every movement. “Five more laps!” I barked, my voice cutting through the air. “Push harder, gentlemen. I want to see legs moving like you actually plan on beating the Cyclones on Thursday!”The guys groaned but obeyed, pushing off into another round of sprints around the rink. Their sticks clattered against the boards as they rounded the corners, their breath puffed out in visible clouds in the freezing air.I skated slowly along the perimeter, taking notes as Andy, one of my best defensemen, slowed beside me, breathing hard. “Coach, what are we gonna do about Reynold? He’s still out. We need a legit left winger who can actually finish chances.”I kept my expression neutral. “Derek’s moving up; he’s earned the spot. Bobby, you drop back into Derek’s old spot on the
MELANIE“What?”“Yeah,” Reynold smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth. “Your dad sat there in that chair yesterday, asking how I was doing, telling me not to worry about anything.”I felt the floor tilt under my feet.My father came here? Behind my back? How the hell did he even know he was in the hospital?"Shit, man!" he went on, a huge grin spreading across his face. “I can’t believe Dalton Wealth is a lackey for me now,” he laughed loudly, clapping his hands like a child who’d just gotten a new toy.He must have noticed the murderous look on my face because his smile slowly faded.I walked closer to the bed, shock freezing my face. “What exactly did he want?”“Well, he said some funny shit. Mentioned we broke up and told me not to mind you, that you can be… difficult sometimes.” He shook his head, still looking amused. “He basically asked me to be patient with you. Like dating his daughter is some kind of favor I’m doing for him.”I felt sick.A favor.His words burned like acid







