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Kamara’s POV
“Mom..No mom!! You can’t leave me..please.” My voice broke, jagged with pain as I watched the two men lowered the casket into the ground slowly. The rain slammed against the earth vigorously like it was grieving too. My tears would seize. “No! No! Please, please just let me see her!” I choked over my words, my heart aching from the entire sight. “What is wrong with you all?” I shouted, turning to face all of them, all dressed in black, quietly standing under their umbrellas. No one cried or showed even an ounce of sympathy. None of them cared. Then my gaze landed on my father who stood quiet at the edge. His expression completely straight and indifferent. “Are you that heartless? You wouldn’t even let me see her! What kind of a person are you?” I rushed toward him but before I could reach him two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me back, “Let go of me! Let me go now!” I thrashed violently, but they wouldn’t bulge. I turned my head to see who dared hold me and it was Jace. The son of Mr. Malden, Dad’s right-hand man. Of course it was him. Always by my father’s side since I could remember. I looked at him and his eyes met mine and for the first time ever, they weren’t hard. Almost sorry. Still, it didn’t calm me. He held me there, grounded in my pain. My father looked past and without a flicker of emotion, he finally spoke. “Take her to the car. And make sure she gets home safely.” Jace gave a curt nod, arms wrapped tighter around me as I tried to scream again, but this time the sound choked in my throat. My lungs felt too heavy and numb. What kind of father did that to his own child? If love ever lived in his chest, it must’ve died with her. The way he stood silent, stiff, and cold and I realized I’d never really known him Jace led me away from the gravesite and toward the black SUV parked out front. He opened the door gently, helped me in, closed it behind me and slid into the driver’s seat. I sat there, soaked and shaking, as tears slid silently down my cheeks. My breath came out in shallow whimpers. I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. She was the only thing I had and just like that she was ripped out of my life. “I know I can’t understand your pain.” Came a husky voice, “but I believe no one should ever have to go through something like this.” But you don’t get it,” I muttered. “She was everything. The only reason I could survive this place. And now she’s gone. Just gone.” My voice cracked again. I looked up to find Jace glancing at me through the rearview mirror. The moment our eyes met, he looked away and started the engine. I couldn’t comprehend it. This man had never spoken to me on anything outside duty and orders or showed even a bit of concern in my direction. And now? I wasn’t even sure whether those were condolences or not. When the car finally stopped, we’d reached our estate. The moment I stepped out, I saw Valerie. My childhood best friend. She rushed for me, wrapping me into a hug I needed so badly. “Are you okay, Kamy?” She headed for my room and I could feel Jace following behind us. Valarie turned. “Are you her bodyguard now or what?” She spat. Had Valerie been anyone else, I was sure Jace wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet through her skull for that tone. Instead, his attention fell on me. Your father wants you packed and ready for your new school transfer by tomorrow.” Before I could speak, Valerie scoffed. “You can’t be serious about that!” She pulled me tighter into her side. “New school? Her mom just died.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, but the words didn’t even sound convincing to me. I was powerless and weak. Valeria opened her mouth again, ready to fire another shot at Jace, but the sound of a car parking in the compound cut her off. A moment later, my father walked through the front door and his gaze landed on Valerie. We all knew that gaze too well. He wanted to have a “family discussion.” “I’ll check in on you later, Kam.” She gave my arm one last squeeze and walked past my father without another word. He only turned to Jace. “Did she fight?” Jace gave a single nod. “Not much after we left the cemetery.” “And the school?” Before Jace could respond I cut him off. “What the hell is all this? Since when did Jace become my personal bodyguard?” My father finally looked at me for the first time all day. “I’m transferring you to a new school in New Coast first thing tomorrow morning, Kamara. It’s for your own good.” I blinked. “For my own good?” I repeated, stunned. “That’s so far from home? How exactly is ripping me away from everything I know ‘for my own good’? Why are you transferring me? What are you hiding from me, Dad?” He didn’t answer neither did his expression soften. “Are you that cruel?” I whispered. “Mom just died. And your solution is to ship me off just like that? That’s low, even for you.” “Enough of this childishness, Kamara!” he snapped suddenly. Every nerve in my body went stiff. He had never raised his voice at me. Not once in my entire life. “I’ve made up my mind,” he continued. “You leave first thing tomorrow morning. Jace will accompany you.” I stood there, stunned. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Mom just died, Dad…” I whispered, my voice breaking and my legs shivering, barely holding me up. “And you’re sending me off… just like that?” My father’s eyes didn’t waver. He looked away from me and then to Jace who had witnessed the whole thing unfold. “I want her on her way by six. Make sure she’s safe.” The latter nodded in response and without another glance to me, he turned away. “I hate you,” I said, my voice trembling with everything I had left. “Mom just died and the next thought you have is to get rid of me.” My throat burned. “I wish it was you instead. My knees nearly gave way. For a split second, I wondered if I’d gone too far, but the emptiness in his stare told me I hadn’t gone far enough. The silence that followed was deafening. Even Jace shifted beside me, but my father? He didn’t turn, just simply turned the other way and left.Brian’s POVThe door shut behind him..I stayed there for a second longer before I straightened..I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at the red staining my skin.I adjusted my jacket, rolling my shoulders back like nothing had happened. Like I wasn’t still tasting iron at the back of my throat.The warehouse parking lot was nearly empty now. The men were gone. The cars had cleared out.This place didn’t exist on any official map. It was one of my father’s old meeting spots. Abandoned.Except it never really was.I walked toward my car, keys spinning around my finger.Halfway there a sound from behind caught my attention. I stopped for a moment but didn’t turn.If someone wanted to follow me, they could try harder.I reached my car, opened the door but right before stepping in, I caught my reflection in the window.I looked beat up., split lips and bruised jaw.I wiped at the blood on my lip again.Another sound burst from behind me but before I could react, my body s
Brian’s POVI could taste blood.It coated my tongue every time I tried to breathe.I coughed, and it burned.The room smelled like sweat and old smoke. Concrete beneath my knees. My vision swam for a second before I forced it to focus.Two pairs of boots stood in front of me.And beyond them stood my father.A few feet away, hands clasped behind his back like this was nothing more than a business meeting. Like I wasn’t kneeling on the ground in front of him.“You had one job,” he said calmly.The calm was worse than shouting.“One job. And you couldn’t even do that right.”One of the men grabbed my arm and hauled me up roughly. My ribs screamed in protest. I barely kept my footing.My father stepped closer.His eyes scanned my face not with concern but assessment.“Are you even my son?” he asked flatly.I let out a weak laugh, tasting more blood.“I don’t even know if you’re my father,” I shot back hoarsely. “Because I’m pretty sure a father doesn’t do this to his own son.”The grip
Jace’s POV“Won’t you invite me in?” Oscar finally broke the silence that had been lingering for more than half a minute..I tore my gaze away from the man and locked straight onto Oscar’s gray eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded. “And how did you find this place?”His smirk softened but wasn’t gone. Just reshaped into something mockingly sympathetic, like a fake sad face.“That’s no way to address the man who just reunited you with your long-dead brother,” he said lightly. “C’mon. Invite us in, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”My jaw tightened with every second that passed.I glanced back at the man. He didn’t look excited. Didn’t look angry either. If anything, his eyes were dull—like this conversation was already exhausting him.“C’mon,” Oscar urged again. “Let us in.”I hesitated.Every instinct I had told me this was a bad idea. That once they crossed the threshold, whatever this was would stop being a doorstep problem and turn into something much
Kamara’s POVThe staycation ended the way all escapes did and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I stepped into my apartment. Reality. It hit hard.A slow, unavoidable return to reality.Morning light filtered through my curtains as I finished buttoning my fit, a simple top matched with my top.My break was over. I took one last look around my room, suddenly aware of how temporary peace always was, then grabbed my bag. I was halfway to the door when the knock came.I paused.I swallowed ready to face Jace but the moment I saw the person there my face instantly flipped into a frown.“Valerie?”For a second, my brain refused to catch up. Her posture was stiff, shoulders squared like she was bracing herself. She wore a neutral expression that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and in her hands was a small box, neatly wrapped“Oh,” she said. “You’re… dressed already.”I didn’t respond.“I thought it wouldn’t be nice if I didn’t stop by,” she continued, shifting her weight. “I actual
Kamara’s POVIt was well past three in the afternoon and still no sign of him.Was he deliberately avoiding me… or was I reading into things the way I always did?I shoved the thought aside, focusing instead on the cup of ice cream in my hands, the once solid, now a sad, melted swirl I kept stirring without actually eating.With a sigh, I kicked off the bed and padded downstairs, bare feet carrying me through the quiet house. I pushed open the balcony doors and stepped outside, the warmth of the afternoon sun brushing my skin.From here, I had a perfect view of the deck.The deck where everything had shifted.My grip tightened slightly around the cup as my eyes traced the familiar space, the railing, the steps and the spot where I’d stood barefoot, daring myself not to think and failing miserably. Stop it.I leaned against the railing, letting the breeze tug at my hair as the ocean stretched endlessly ahead of me, calm and unbothered. The waves rolled in steady rhythms, completely in
Kamara pov.At first it started off like a blurry haze, but the moment his hands snaked their way around my waist in that solid, unyielding grip, I knew I’d crossed a line.One I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.The first press of his mouth against mine was firm, like he’d already made a decision and I was just catching up to it. My breath hitched in surprise, heat blooming fast under my skin before I could think better of it.It was just a simple game of seeing how hard I could push him before he cracked. I was very much sober and aware of the consequences.I knew exactly where I was, the deck cool beneath my bare feet, the night air brushing my skin. I knew this was Jace—off-limits Jace—and yet, I kissed him back.He exhaled sharply through his nose, a low sound vibrating against my lips, and his grip tightened. His body shifted, caging me in without pinning me.Oh.So this was what he felt like when he stopped holding back.My hands came up on instinct, fingers curling into the front







