登入LEAH’S POV The rain kept falling like it was trying to erase everything that had just happened, but the blood on my hands and the stillness of my father’s body refused to disappear. I stayed on my knees in the mud, both palms pressed hard against his chest. His skin was still warm. That warmth felt like the only proof I had left that he hadn’t left me yet. The rain mixed with the blood, turning it thin and pink as it ran down my wrists and into the soaked fabric of my sleeves. “Get the car,” I said. My voice came out rough, almost unrecognizable. “We have to take him to the hospital. Right now.” No one moved. I lifted my head and looked at Damien, then at Elric. Both of them were staring down at my father with the kind of quiet that already felt like acceptance. I hated it. “Why are you just standing there?” I shouted, the words tearing out of me. “Get the fucking car! He’s still warm. They can help him. They *have* to help him.” Damien stepped closer, rain dripping from his ha
ELRIC’S POV The rain came down harder, cold and steady turning the dirt around us into dark mud that clung to everything. Victor’s breathing had gone shallow. The jacket I pressed against his side was completely soaked through and my hands were sticky with his blood. Every time I moved no matter how small the wound made a wet sound that turned my stomach. Across the cemetery the calm voice spoke again; it was closer this time. “We’re coming, Deluca. You can’t hide forever.” I took another risk and looked over the stone wall. There were four men left, and they moved in carefully, coming closer, using the headstones and the older mausoleums for cover. Two circled toward the van where Damien,Leah and Emily were. The other two came at us. Victor saw them too. His eyes were half-closed but they were still sharp enough to know the threat we were in. “Shit, they’re closing in,” he rasped. “I know.” Damien fired at them from behind the van hitting one of the men in the chest an
ELRIC’S POV “ELRIC!!!!!” someone screams my name. I spin around just as the cemetery explodes into chaos. People scatter in every direction, black suits and dresses blurring as they run for cover. A woman near the front of the crowd goes down hard, clutching her arm. Another man stumbles and falls behind a headstone. The priest drops his book and freezes, eyes wide. “Get down!” I shout, but my voice is lost under the next round of gunfire. Victor is already beside me, pulling his weapon from under his jacket. Damien is a few steps ahead, one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other shoving Emily toward a black van. “Behind the van!” Damien yells. “Now!” He practically throws both women behind the vehicle as bullets chew into the dirt around their feet. Emily screams. Leah doesn’t make a sound but her face is white as she pulls Emily lower against the tire. Victor grabs my arm and drags me sideways. We dive behind a thick oak tree just as a burst of automatic fire rips thr
ELRIC'S POV The day of the funeral finally came,it had rained heavily the night before but it had stopped sometime before dawn but dark clouds still covered the sky. I stand in front of the chapel in a black suit that feels too tight around my shoulders. I've been standing there for what feels like hours, my hands clasped in front of me, my eyes fixed on the coffin by the altar. The chapel is old and grand with high arched ceilings and stained glass windows that cast colored light across the wooden pews. The air smells like old wood and flowers and the faint hint of candle wax. There are white Roses are everywhere. They were my mother's favorite and my father always carried one with him ever since she died he'll always say This way she's with me with that silly smile he rarely showed. So it felt right to have it around. I had them arranged in tall vases all around the coffin. The coffin was polished mahogany that gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers. It was simpl
JEREMY’S POV The hospital room is too bright and too quiet. I stare at the ceiling for hours, counting the tiles and trying not to think about the bullet that almost killed me. My shoulder throbs beneath the bandages earlier the doctors had given me pain meds which helped for a while but they also made everything seem fuzzy and distant. Each time I close my eyes I'm taken back to that compound, the smoke, the gunfire, and everything. I force myself to stay awake so that it stops. Suddenly the door opens and Detective Rayes walks in. He's a tall man with sharp eyes that have seen his men go through worse. “Hale.” He pulls up a chair and sits beside my bed. “How are you feeling?” “Like I got shot.” He gives me a small smile. “You look better than you did when they brought you in.” “I doubt that.” He pulls out a small notebook and flips through it. “I need to ask you some questions about what happened at the compound. Take your time.” I tell him everything I could remember le
ETHAN'S POV I sit outside my father's house in my car for a long time staring at the front door trying hard to find the right words to tell him I don't need his men anymore. Knowing my father it would be very difficult, the rain had stopped after a while. The house looms ahead of me, cold and empty and full of memories I'd rather forget. I should have just called him and told him over the phone but I know he won't have accepted that he would love to watch me squirm. I get out and walk to the door without knocking I walk in. I meet my father in his study just like always. He sat behind his desk reading something on his tablet. He doesn't look up when I enter. "Ethan," he says. "Back so soon? I wasn't expecting you this early." "Father." I stop in front of his desk. "I came to tell you I don't need the men anymore." He finally looks up at me his face unreadable. "Oh?" "Leah is back. She's safe so I don't need your men anymore." He sets the tablet down and leans back in his c
Greasy hair slicked back, faded tattoo curling out from the collar of his worn polo, that crooked grin that used to make Mom laugh until it didn’t.He isn't meant to bug me for a while. I sent him money last night. It should have bought me more time but here he is.He slides into a corner booth like
I step out of the shower, skin pruned and red from the hot water that turned cold too fast. The mirror’s fogged, but I don’t wipe it—I don’t want to see the wreck staring back. Faint bruises bloom along my collarbone like fingerprints he never meant to leave, nipples still tender from his mouth,
I wake up alone.The bed is massive and empty, sheets cool on Damien’s side. Sunlight stabs through the blinds straight into my eyes. My body hurts in ways I didn’t expect — thighs burning from clamping around his head, core tender and swollen from how many times he made me come, nipples sensitive
I don’t know how long we stay on the couch like that—me curled in his lap, naked except for the slip dress bunched around my waist, him fully clothed but holding me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. His hand strokes slow circles on my back, his lips brush my temple every few minute







