LOGINISABELLA'S POV The penthouse was quiet except for the soft clink of ice in my glass as I poured myself another drink. The city lights stretched out below the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of stars, but tonight they brought me no comfort. I had been pacing the living room for the last twenty minutes, my heels clicking against the marble floor, when my phone rang. An unknown number calling at this hour? I almost ignored it. Almost. But something in my gut told me I needed to answer. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was cold and professional. “Samson is dead.” The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. Red wine spread across the white marble. “What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “He was killed in custody. Made to look like suicide but we both know it isn't be careful.” The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there frozen in the middle of the broken glass, staring at the phone in my hand.
ELRIC'S POV I don't know how long I stayed on that cold floor. My knees hurt and my throat was raw from screaming. My father's hand was still in mine, cold and stiff, completely lifeless. The officers eventually managed to pull me away. I didn't fight them this time. I had no strength left. They led me to a small waiting room down the hall. Someone handed me a cup of water but I didn't drink it. I just sat there staring at the floor with the image of my father's pale face burned into my mind. Cassian's text kept flashing in my head. He failed me, no loose ends. He had killed him. My father had been loyal to him for years and Cassian threw him away like trash the second he became a problem. I hated him. I hated Damien. I hated all of it. After what felt like hours I finally stood up. My legs felt weak. I walked out of the precinct into the rain without saying another word to anyone. I stood by the sidewalk letting the rain wash over me. After what felt like hours I went back
ELRIC'S POV The safe house felt too quiet. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor, my mind spinning in circles. Sophie was in the living room with me, curled up with her knees to her chest, scrolling through her phone. She still looked so small and fragile after everything we’d been through. I couldn’t sit here any longer. I stood up and walked over to her. She looked up at me, her eyes tired but alert. “I’m going out for a bit,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to see Dad. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Sophie’s face changed. She sat up straighter. “You’re going to the precinct?” “Yeah.” She was quiet for a second, then nodded. “Do you have to?” I forced a small smile and ruffled her hair like I used to. “Yes I do, don't worry about me. Stay with your mom and make sure you don't go anywhere.” I grabbed my jacket and left before the guilt could stop me. The rain was pouring hard as I got into the car. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wh
SAMSON'S POV I walk back to my cell with a smile on my face seeing Damien's frustrated face and watching him lose his cool made my day. This is just the beginning of his nightmare. We are barely getting started. I'll be out of here. The guards shoved me inside after the phone call, the heavy metal door slamming shut with a finality that echoed down the corridor. I sat down on the cold concrete bench, leaning my head against the damp wall. My shoulder still burned. My face was swollen and every breath hurt. But I smiled. Cassian would handle it. He always did. He’d get me out. I just had to wait. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the stench of piss and despair that clung to the cell. The thin mattress felt like concrete under me. The small barred window let in almost no light. I turned around and I was about to lie down on the disgusting bed when I heard hurried footsteps. The same older guard who brought me in just now stopped in front of my cell. “Samson. Your lawyer’s h
DAMIEN'S POV I push open the door to my office and walk straight to the desk papers are spread everywhere financial records, legal documents, and shareholder lists. I need to get things handled. I need to take control back but I can't focus. I keep thinking about Cassian. My friend for years, We grew up together, we were a trio Cassain,Rose and I. We were inseparable and then we both fell for Rose. It was a friendly competition for her attention and I won. He was cool with it or so I thought. And that day happened, we were in a shootout and we ran into a building. And the rival gang set the place on fire Marcus knocks and steps inside and interrupts "Sir, the shareholders have been pacified for now. But Isabella is still making moves. She's been meeting with people. Planting doubts." "I know." I run a hand through my hair. "We need to stay ahead of her." "What's our next move?" I pause. I think about Samson. About the information he has. About the way he looked at me when
CASSIAN'S POV The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city far below. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, phone still clutched in my hand long after Samson’s call had ended. Such a fool. Samson had always been reckless, but this? Getting himself caught like a common thug? After everything I had built, after all the years of careful planning? I had him but he just had to be reckless and ruin my plans. I slammed the phone down on the marble counter so hard the screen cracked. The sound satisfied me for half a second before the rage returned. I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid sloshing in the glass. I downed it in one swallow and poured another. The burn did nothing to cool the fire in my chest. I had warned him. I had told him Damien Cross was not to be underestimated. That the man was slippery, always one step ahead, and yet Samson had walked right into his trap because he was arrogant and underestimated him What an arrogant idiot. His own
The penthouse is too quiet at midnight.Emily crashed hours ago—too much rosé, too much sun, too much gossip about some guy she’s been texting. The rooftop lights are off, the pool dark and still. I’m standing outside Damien’s office door in the hallway that feels longer than it did this afternoon,
I’m sweating before I even step off the elevator.Miami in July doesn’t care that I took two buses and walked six blocks in this dress. The heat clings like a second skin, making the thin white cotton stick to my ribs. My tote bag slaps against my hip—towel, dollar-store sunscreen, the dog-eared co
LEAH'S POVThe Uber pulls up to the address and I am out of the car before it fully stops. The house is dark and abandoned with broken windows all around and overgrown grass. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. I reach the front door and find it unlocked. I push it open and st
SOPHIE'S POVI turn around and my blood turns to cold.Victor was standing in the doorway with that same crooked smile I remember and it never meant anything good.He looks older now, thinner even compared to the last time I saw him after he took me. His eyes had the same dark glint."Dad?" My voic







