Brandon POvI woke up with a sharp sting in my wrists and a pounding headache that felt like someone was hammering inside my skull. My arms were tied behind me, the ropes biting into my skin, and the cold floor pressed against my back. I blinked against the dim light, taking in the room—dilapidated, empty, paint peeling off the walls, and the smell of damp concrete thick in the air.Masked figures stood around me, watching silently. I had been here before—more than once—and I knew the drill. This was a warning. This was intimidation. And they were good at it.I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my wrists. My jaw clenched. “You really think this will break me?” I hissed, voice hoarse.One of them stepped closer, knife glinting in the weak light. “Call your men,” he said, voice muffled behind the mask. “Tell them you’re withdrawing from the bidding. Or…” He pressed the blade lightly against my neck, a subtle but clear threat.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. The bidding. My mi
Brandon POvI woke up with a sharp sting in my wrists and a pounding headache that felt like someone was hammering inside my skull. My arms were tied behind me, the ropes biting into my skin, and the cold floor pressed against my back. I blinked against the dim light, taking in the room—dilapidated, empty, paint peeling off the walls, and the smell of damp concrete thick in the air.Masked figures stood around me, watching silently. I had been here before—more than once—and I knew the drill. This was a warning. This was intimidation. And they were good at it.I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my wrists. My jaw clenched. “You really think this will break me?” I hissed, voice hoarse.One of them stepped closer, knife glinting in the weak light. “Call your men,” he said, voice muffled behind the mask. “Tell them you’re withdrawing from the bidding. Or…” He pressed the blade lightly against my neck, a subtle but clear threat.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. The bidding. My mi
BrandonI woke up with a sharp sting in my wrists and a pounding headache that felt like someone was hammering inside my skull. My arms were tied behind me, the ropes biting into my skin, and the cold floor pressed against my back. I blinked against the dim light, taking in the room—dilapidated, empty, paint peeling off the walls, and the smell of damp concrete thick in the air.Masked figures stood around me, watching silently. I had been here before—more than once—and I knew the drill. This was a warning. This was intimidation. And they were good at it.I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my wrists. My jaw clenched. “You really think this will break me?” I hissed, voice hoarse.One of them stepped closer, knife glinting in the weak light. “Call your men,” he said, voice muffled behind the mask. “Tell them you’re withdrawing from the bidding. Or…” He pressed the blade lightly against my neck, a subtle but clear threat.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. The bidding. My mind r
Cameron POvMy phone buzzed again, and I groaned, rubbing my temples. I already knew who it was before I even looked at the screen. Drake. Of course. Perfect timing, like he had a sixth sense for when I was about to do something reckless.I answered, voice clipped. “What do you want?”“Where are you going?” Drake’s voice was sharp, almost panicked. “Why are you leaving? Cameron, wait—I mean it. Don’t leave. Don’t do anything stupid!”I ran a hand down my face, trying to keep my composure. The knots in my stomach tightened. “I’m leaving because Brandon… isn’t answering. He’s missing, Drake. Something’s wrong.”“You mean he has nothing to do with you right now, right?” Drake snapped. “You can’t just go running off! You’re supposed to focus on the bidding! You—he—nothing! It’s not your problem anymore!”I clenched my jaw. The words stung, not because they were untrue, but because of how angry he sounded. I wanted to yell back, to tell him he didn’t understand, but I couldn’t. My throat t
Cameron POvThe conference room was buzzing with quiet chatter as my team celebrated the news. Everyone was relieved that the bidding was over, that our company had officially won. But me? I couldn’t even fake a smile. My hands gripped the edge of the table like I could ground myself through the wood. My mind wasn’t on contracts, profits, or victory speeches. It was on Brandon.He hadn’t shown up. Not at all. His team hadn’t shown up either. And every call I made, every message I sent, went unanswered. My chest tightened like someone had wrapped a steel band around it. My stomach churned with a mix of dread and frustration, and no amount of rationalizing could make it go away.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the room. “Where the hell is he?” I muttered, almost to myself. “Why isn’t he answering?”“Cam…” one of my team members, Eric, said cautiously, “don’t worry. Brandon’s team withdrew. The bidding’s done. We won. Everything’s fine.”I shook my head sharply. “No, i
Cameron POvI leaned back in my chair, staring at the final bid numbers on the screen. The moment the results had come in, I had felt a strange mix of relief and unease. Relief that our team had won the project smoothly, but unease gnawing at the edge of my mind. Something was off. Brandon hadn’t shown up. His team hadn’t shown up. And yet here we were, with a clean victory.Drake stepped into the room, holding his usual mischievous grin. “Congratulations, big bro,” he said, voice a little too bright, too eager. He clapped me on the shoulder, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Without Brandon messing with your perfect little plan, we nailed it. Smooth as silk.”I didn’t move. I just looked at him. There was something about the way he said it, a little too rehearsed, a little too precise, that made my stomach twist.“You look way too happy about this,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “What are you really thinking?”Drake’s grin faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it with a