DANIEL I have always hated the smell of antiseptic—too clean and too fake. Sitting on that exam table in Liam’s clinic, I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding like a drum. “You’ve been fidgeting for fifteen minutes,” Liam said, his patience mixed with that silent judgement doctors have. “For a supposedly healthy guy, you look wrecked.” “I want everything checked. Blood work, scans—no corners cut.” My jaw was tight in worry. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done more tests in six months than some of my terminal patients. What are you looking for?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Not looking for anything. I just need… reassurance.” Liam sighed. “Reassurance from what? You’re veering into obsession territory, Daniel.” I swallowed hard, heart in my throat. “I want Rebel pregnant.” His face froze. “What?” I didn’t hold back. “I’m pushing for it harder than I should. Need to know I’m healthy enough to make that happen... to give her another kid.” The silence stretched. Liam leaned back,
REBELImmediately after Daniel and the kids go out, I get dressed in a knee-length jean and combat boots and a black top, leaving my hair in a bun as I prepare to meet an old friend who sounded urgent over the phone.As I drove out of the house, I reflected on Daniel; I’d been watching him for weeks now, and I didn’t like what I was seeing.He wasn’t the man I fell for. He was reserved—too quiet, too guarded. He carried himself like a log with the weight of the world, with a secret he couldn’t share.At first, I thought maybe it was me ignoring him, pushing him away, but this… this was different.So when Raul called and asked to meet, I didn’t hesitate. Raul was familiar, old blood. Someone who knew me before all of this—before Daniel.The restaurant was dim, tucked into a street corner that smelt of rain and smoke. Raul was already sitting when I arrived, broad shoulders relaxed, a half-smile playing on his lips. He hadn’t changed much since I last saw him—still sharp eyes, handsome
MAXWELL The line went dead. “Louisa? … Louisa!” My voice cracked as I pressed the phone harder to my ear, willing her back with every ounce of strength. Nothing—just cold, heavy silence. I froze in the middle of the compound, staring at the dead connection like it had answers for me. My pulse pulsated heavily in my ears. This wasn’t some dropped call; her voice, that shaky panic—it screamed danger. “Damn it,” I muttered, pocketing the phone. “Gibson! Aaron! Get the trucks ready. Now!” Two ex-soldiers, sharp and steady, took off without question. My chest burnt—a mix of dread and fury. I’d known Louisa long enough to recognise true fear. Tonight, she wasn’t just scared. She was outrightly shattered. By the time I jumped into the lead SUV, five of us were geared up, weapons ready, faces as hardened as mine. “Boss?” Gibson glanced over. “Are you sure that was her? Sounded like a quick call.” I slammed the gear into drive, tyres squealing. “It was, and she’s in trouble.” The nigh
ROBERTThe silence after the gunshot was brutal, thick and choking. The burnt gunpowder stung my throat as it curled in the air. Louisa’s body hit the floor, and the shattered phone lay in pieces beside her.I stared, breathing harshly and unevenly.“Mia,” I muttered, voice rough and low.She didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on Louisa, lips barely parted, trying to grasp that the constant buzz of defiance was finally gone.“You did it,” she finally whispered. “She’s… gone.”“She left me no choice,” I growled, dropping my gun with a harsh clang. “She was going to ruin everything. Maxwell wouldn’t hesitate to hand us all over to the authorities with the right proof.”Mia moved closer, carefully, like the weight in the room could shatter at a wrong step. She crouched, fingers tracing Louisa’s cold face.“She looks… small and obedient now,” Mia breathed, eyes wide and distant. “All that anger, all her fight… she’s just a broken doll.”I turned away, jaw tight. “Don’t get soft. She chose
ROBERTThe gun felt heavy in my hand as my conscience for the first time nibbed at my heart, not because of its weight, but because of the decision I have to make to protect us all.I holstered it anyway, sliding it back into place as I turned away from Louisa’s shattered expression. She was on the ground, bleeding, her hand a mess of glass and burnt plastic. She looked so small and scared.Convenient.... That’s what I’d called her and it was true. She was convenient. She was an asset turned liability. She was the thing standing between me and survival, and in this world—the world I had chosen long ago—there was no room for liabilities or conscience. We do what needs to be done with no hard feelings. Still… a part of my heart broke at every word I said to her.I walked ahead, pushing branches out of my way, the night air biting sharp against my damp skin. The forest smelt of iron and moss, of blood and rot. Every sound echoed—the crack of a branch beneath my boots, the distant calls
LOUISAMaxwell’s name flashed across the screen of the phone, which had slipped onto the floor by the branch as my leg bled on persistently at the wound I acquired while running; for a second, I thought it was a hallucination. My heart stopped in panic as it started ringing all over again, ringing so hard I thought the whole cabin could hear it but Mia was pacing, distracted and muttering about her shoes, her nails, insignificant things that shouldn't even be in her head right now yet I am grateful for her rant as my gaze locked on that screen.It's Maxwell My bodyguard, friend, lifeline and my last tie to reality or vengeance. “Damn it,” I whispered under my breath, and before fear could overtake me, I made a decision.I waited until Mia’s back was turned, her head tilted as she complained about her lipstick. Then I shoved her hard.She stumbled with a yelp, grabbing the edge of a tree branch to steady herself in fright.“What the hell, Louisa?” she snapped.But I didn’t wait for he