LOGINAngelicaThe medical summary arrived at 8:17 a.m.I was already awake, sitting at Jax’s kitchen counter with a cup of coffee that had gone cold. The email notification lit my phone screen. I opened it without speaking.Jax looked up from his own phone across the counter.I read the summary twice before I said anything.Hormone levels within expected range. Fetal development progressing normally. Blood pressure slightly elevated but still inside acceptable limits. Stress markers higher than the previous baseline, noted as “mild to moderate.” Recommendation: continued monitoring, reduced physical strain where possible, follow-up in two weeks.Nothing catastrophic. Nothing that gave Ethan a clean medical reason to demand I stop working or submit to tighter control. But the stress markers were underlined in the attending’s notes, and the blood pressure comment was careful enough to be useful to someone looking for leverage.I turned the phone so Jax could see it.He read in silence, then
Angelica We didn’t sleep.Jax stayed on the phone in low, clipped sentences while I sat at the small kitchen table with my laptop open and the tracking watch glowing steady green against my wrist. The apartment felt smaller than usual, the air tighter, every sound from the street outside sharper than it should have been.“Hospital first,” I said when he ended the latest call. “If they’re sending a full medical summary tomorrow, I want to know exactly what they’re asking for and who authorized it.”He nodded and slid his phone across the table so I could see the contact. “Private liaison. The same one who handled the watch. I’ve already flagged the request on our side, but a direct call from you will force them to be clearer.”I stared at the number for a few seconds, then picked up my own phone and dialed. It rang four times before a calm, professional voice answered.“This is Angelica Haze. I’m the surrogate under the Vance contract. I understand a full medical summary has been requ
Ethan The report came in just after seven. I was in the study, laptop open, reviewing the latest numbers from the bank’s private clients when the encrypted message appeared on the secondary screen. "Subject met target again. Same restaurant. Private room. Duration: eleven minutes. Target left first. Subject remained an additional four minutes before departing alone." I read it twice. Lyra had gone back to Angelica. I closed the laptop slowly and sat there for a moment, the quiet of the house pressing in. Then I stood, walked out of the study, and climbed the stairs without hurry. Her bedroom door was closed. I opened it without knocking. She was sitting at the vanity, still in the clothes she had worn out, removing her earrings. She saw my reflection in the mirror and her hands stilled. “You’re home early,” she said. “You met her again.” No preamble. No soft entry. Her eyes met mine in the glass and for a second something almost like guilt flickered there before it
AngelicaThe words left my mouth before I fully decided to say them.Jax didn’t smile. He just watched me the way he did when something shifted—quiet, focused, already calculating the next three moves.“You’re serious,” he said.“I am.” I turned the tracking watch on my wrist so the green light faced the ceiling. “He’s been watching my building, my shop, my schedule. Lyra showed up at a restaurant with termination papers. His men photographed the property this morning like they were preparing a real estate listing. I’m done being the only one who doesn’t know what’s coming.”Skylar looked between us from behind her laptop. “What exactly does ‘someone else got watched’ mean?”I met Jax’s eyes. “It means I want eyes on Ethan. Real ones. Not just the updates you’ve been getting. I want to know where he goes, who he meets, and whether Lyra or Caleb are circling anything new. And I want it quiet.”Jax leaned back in the chair. “I already have people on him.”“Then make them better. Or add
JaxI parked two buildings down from hers and sat with the engine off for a full minute before getting out.The street looked quiet. Too quiet. Ethan’s people were good at that—making absence feel louder than presence. I had already checked the positions my own guys had reported earlier. Two cars rotated every few hours. One camera with a clean angle on her front door. Nothing flashy. Just enough pressure to remind her she was never alone.I grabbed the bag from the passenger seat and walked up.She opened the door before I could knock. Hair still damp from a shower, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame and black leggings. The tracking watch glowed soft green against her wrist.“You’re early,” she said.“Traffic was light.”She stepped aside. I walked in and set the bag down near the couch. The apartment smelled like coffee and the faint metallic edge of motorcycle grease that never fully left her clothes. Small. Clean. Temporary in a way that made my chest tight.“You
AngelicaThe door clicked shut behind me and the entire was quiet causing my head to hurt a little,I leaned against it for a second, eyes closed, listening to the quiet hum of the refrigerator and the distant traffic. Jax’s footsteps had already faded down the hall. Part of me wanted to open the door again and call him back. The smarter part kept the lock turned.I dropped my bag on the counter and went straight to the bathroom. The tracking watch sat heavy on my wrist, the soft green light pulsing like a second heartbeat I hadn’t asked for. I washed my face with cold water until the shaking in my hands slowed. When I looked up, the mirror showed the same tired woman who had walked into that restaurant thinking she was meeting a client.Ethan had looked exactly the same as the day he walked into my shop and announced he would be paying my brother’s bills in exchange for a child. Calm. Certain. Already three steps ahead.I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower, lettin







