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The music was loud enough to drown out common sense.
I hated bars. I hated the sticky floors, the smell of expensive liquor mixed with cheap perfume, and the way strangers laughed as if tomorrow didn't exist. But tonight wasn't about me. Tonight was about Daniel. Three months together, and he finally insisted I meet him after work to celebrate our anniversary. I checked the time on my phone: 9:42 p.m. A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. Maybe this was it. Maybe I'd finally give myself to him. I tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind my ear and climbed the stairs leading to the VIP lounge. The room buzzed with conversations and clinking glasses. My eyes searched the crowd, and then they found him. I froze. Time seemed to stop. Daniel sat in the corner booth, his hand resting possessively on another woman's thigh. The lounge was dimly lit. I couldn't clearly see the girl's face or how his body curved toward the stranger. The low murmur of the girl's voice felt so familiar, as did the way her red dress rode up her thigh as she pressed closer.The woman leaned in, laughing at something he'd whispered before her mouth crashed against his. I couldn't breathe. The gift bag I carried slipped from my fingers, landing on the polished floor with a soft thud. Neither of them noticed. The world around me blurred into meaningless noise. My chest tightened until every breath felt like swallowing broken glass. No... This wasn't happening. I took one shaky step backward. I wanted to storm inside and demand answers, but I couldn't move. My feet were stuck to the floor. My throat felt tight and constricted with a mixture of pain and sadness. I turned around and ran. I burst through the club doors into the cold night air, tears burning my vision as rain began to fall. I quickly took a taxi. The drive home was a blur; I didn’t remember it. My mind was still hazy from the scene I had just witnessed. The taxi pulled into the driveway of my small apartment. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the front door.The apartment greeted me with silence. The tears I had fought so hard to keep back finally spilled over the moment I shut the door behind me. I felt small, foolish, and used. Three months. Three stupid months. All gone in the span of a single kiss. My heart felt like it had been ripped apart. The gift bag I had carried so carefully all evening suddenly became unbearable. With a strangled cry, I hurled it across the living room. It slammed into the wall before crumpling onto the hardwood floor. "I hate you," I whispered, my voice cracking. I sank onto the couch and buried my face in my hands. The image refused to leave my mind. Daniel's hand resting on another woman's thigh, his lips on hers, and the way he had smiled. A smile I had foolishly believed was reserved only for me. I wiped at my tears before grabbing my phone. There was only one person I wanted to talk to. I scrolled until I found Jesse's name and pressed call. The line rang twice. "Nia?" Jesse answered, concern already lacing her voice. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be celebrating your anniv—" "He cheated on me." The words rushed out before I could stop them."What?" Jesse's voice rang out. "I saw him." My breathing grew uneven. "At Eclipse Bar. He was kissing another girl, Jesse. He had his hands all over her." My voice broke into a sob. "Three months... and he cheated on me." There was a brief pause on her end. Then Jesse sighed. "Finally." I frowned. "W-what?" "Finally. I thought you wouldn't come to your senses." "What are you talking about?" "You're so foolishly blinded by your love for him that you can't even see he's just been using you." I froze. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off before I could say anything. "I think it's time I told you this. You've been a little naive, Nia. A guy who cheats in a relationship that's only three months old? Please. That tells you everything you need to know." I tightened my grip on the phone. "Jesse, I called you because I needed someone to talk to. Right now, you're just putting the blame on me. You're making matters worse." "I'm not blaming you," she replied, her voice softening. "I'm looking out for you, Nia. You deserve so much—" "Just stop." The words came out sharper than I intended. "You never liked Daniel anyway." "Nia, that's not—"I ended the call before she could finish. For a second, I stared at the screen. Then I tossed the phone onto the couch and sank down beside it. Silence filled the apartment. Was I not good enough? The question echoed in my mind until I shook my head. "No," I whispered to myself. "I just have to make sure he can't resist me." I just needed to prove that I was enough. I had held onto my virginity for twenty-two years, waiting for the right person. The right moment. Daniel was that person. Giving myself to him completely would erase the cracks. It would bind us together in a way nothing else could. It would fix everything. The doubt, the humiliation, the fear that I wasn’t enough to keep him. I got a message from Daniel asking why I hadn't arrived at the bar. My fingers traced the edge of my phone as I typed a reply to his message. Me: "I have a surprise for you tomorrow. I'll send you the location." I hit send before I could change my mind. As the message delivered, I took a deep breath, a fragile smile touching my lips. My eyes drifted toward the gift bag lying on the floor. Slowly, I picked it up and reached inside. A short, red lace nightdress slid into my hands. I held it up, forcing a small smile. "Perfect."Nia"You know who," I said, unable to keep the teasing grin off my face despite the dull ache in my back. I leaned forward just a fraction, nudging her knee with mine. "The 'walking, breathing brick wall with zero personality' you've spent the last ten minutes picking fights with.""Nia, please! I would rather throw myself into the ocean!"Jesse scoffed, practically recoiling into her velvet armchair as if the mere suggestion was toxic. She threw her hands up, exasperated."He is an oversized, stone-faced warden who confiscated my Earl Grey like it was weapons-grade plutonium! He doesn't laugh, he doesn't flirt, and he speaks in bullet points. He is strictly... security detail.""Right," I hummed softly, watching the way her eyes kept darting back toward the empty doorway where Marcus had disappeared moments ago. "Which is why you've spent the last two days finding every excuse under the sun to argue with him.""That is strictly out of survival!" Jesse insisted, crossing her arms defe
NiaThe double doors to the sunroom were cracked open, and before Raymond and I even stepped inside, the sound of boiling frustration reached us."...give it back, you oversized slab of granite, or I swear to God I will waterboard you with Earl Grey!"Raymond paused, his stride halting just outside the threshold.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.We rounded the corner into the bright, glass-walled sunroom, and the scene unfolding before us was nothing short of a comedy sketch.Marcus stood in the center of the tiled floor, towering and entirely poker-faced, holding a delicate porcelain teapot high above his head with one hand.Down below, Jesse looked like she was vibrating with pure, unadulterated homicidal rage, standing on her tiptoes and swiping blindly at the air just inches beneath the spout."It is vintage," Marcus recited in a flat, deeply bored monotone, not even blinking as Jesse’s fingers missed the handle by a fraction of an inch."The boss specified that
Nia The silence in the room stretched out, heavy and fragile all at once, filled only by the ragged sound of our breathing.I looked down at the photograph lying face down on the nightstand, then back up at Raymond, who was currently looking at me with the raw, exposed vulnerability of someone waiting for the executioner's axe to fall.He had handed me the very piece of evidence that could possibly destroy him. He had given me the weapon to put him away for the rest of his life, simply because he refused to lie to me anymore."I'm not going to turn you in, Raymond," I said softly, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest.His dark eyes flicked up, searching my face as if he couldn't quite process the words."I know what you did," I continued, sliding my fingers tighter against his warm palms. "And I know how much it haunts you. But I also know you were lied to. You were manipulated by the very council that framed my father. Turning you in won't bring him back, and it won't fix the
NiaBed rest was the cruelest punishment anyone had ever invented.I had survived a kidnapping, a whip, a flooding warehouse, and an explosion. But nothing in all of that had prepared me for lying flat on my back in the Sinclair estate, staring at the ceiling, listening to my own heartbeat and wondering if it was loud enough to drown out the one I couldn't hear."Seventy-two hours," Dr. Sterling had said, with that calm, unarguable voice of hers."Strong heartbeat. A small bleed, which may resolve on its own. You will not stand, you will not climb, and you will not argue with me, Miss Harrington."So I didn't argue.I lay still, counted the cracks in the plaster, and waited for something to go wrong.By the second night, I knew every one of those cracks by name.The room was dark except for a thin wedge of lamplight spilling from the bathroom.My back had been cleaned and dressed, but every shift of the sheets brought a dull, hot ache across my shoulders.The cut on my arm itched bene
NiaThe front doors of the estate burst open before the SUV had even finished rolling to a stop.I was still in Raymond's arms. I had refused to let him set me down in the car, and he hadn't argued.My whole body felt wrung out and hollow, my back on fire, my ears still ringing from the blast. All I wanted was to close my eyes and stop being brave.Then I heard the scream."NIA!"Jesse came down the front steps like a bullet. Bare feet. Oversized sweater. Hair wild around her face.She didn't slow down for the guards, or the open car door, or the six-foot-two crime boss standing in her way. She hit us at full speed and threw her arms around both of us at once, and Raymond actually staggered back a step."Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, you're here, you're really here." Her words came out in a frantic rush, muffled against my shoulder."I kept thinking... I kept seeing them pull you out of that car, and I couldn't...""Jesse," I said hoarsely. "Jesse, breathe.""Don't tell me to breat
Nia04:12The numbers glowed red on the wall, and every second they dropped felt like a hand pressing down on my chest.The water had reached Raymond's knees.The water was black and freezing, thick with rust and oil, and it smelled of the sea and something older underneath it—something rotten.Each time it surged, it slapped against the concrete walls with a hollow boom that traveled straight up my spine and lit the welts across my back on fire.I clenched my teeth and held on to his neck."Marcus, talk to me," Raymond barked."East bay's welded, Boss." Marcus was wading ahead of us, his rifle slung, one hand pressed to his earpiece. "Loading doors one through four, same. Viktor's team is on the north stairwell, but the sub-level is already under. They say the stairs are gone.""Gone?""Underwater. Up to the second landing."The roar from below kept growing. It was no longer a rushing sound; it was a living thing, grinding and groaning, and somewhere in the dark a pipe gave way with
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