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Confrontation

Author: Riah
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-21 17:28:10

The cabin was small and cold.

A single room with rough wooden walls, a stone fireplace, and a window overlooking the valley. A bed in the corner. A table in the center. A chair by the fire.

Adrian sat in the chair, the gun resting on his knee. He didn't point it at Drake. He didn't need to. The threat was implicit—a promise waiting to be kept.

Drake stood by the door, his hands at his sides, his grey eyes fixed on his brother.

They looked alike. The same jaw. The same height. The same cold, gre
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  • SINFUL SALVATION    The question

    The new Bridge was better than the old one.It was larger—two stories instead of one, with wide windows that let in the light. It had a bigger garden, a bigger playground, a bigger library. It had rooms for twenty children instead of twelve.It had been built with love.Leo stood on the porch, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the children play in the garden. They were laughing—running through the sunflowers, chasing butterflies, living.It was everything he had ever wanted.---Damien walked up beside him."You're smiling," he said.Leo turned."I am.""I like it when you smile."Leo took his hand."I like it when you're here."---They spent the morning working in the garden.The sunflowers were taller now—taller than Caleb, taller than Damien, almost as tall as the porch. They turned their faces toward the sun, golden and bright.Caleb was standing beside his sunflower—the biggest one, the one he had planted himself—with a smile on his face."He's happy," Damien said quietly."

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Fire

    The fire started at 3:17 AM.Leo woke to the smell of smoke.He sat up in bed—his heart pounding, his eyes wide—and he knew, instantly, that something was wrong."Damien," he said. "Wake up."Damien stirred."What?""Fire."---They ran.The Bridge was burning.Flames licked at the windows. Smoke poured from the roof. The children were screaming—terrified, confused, trapped.Leo didn't think.He just moved.He ran toward the building—toward the flames, toward the smoke, toward the children."Leo!" Damien shouted. "Wait—"But Leo was already inside.---The hallway was thick with smoke.Leo pulled his shirt over his mouth and nose. He crouched low—beneath the smoke, where the air was clearer—and he moved.He found the first room.Three children—Mia, Jake, and a little boy named Sam—huddled in the corner, crying."Come on!" Leo shouted. "Follow me!"He grabbed Sam. He pulled Mia and Jake to their feet. He led them through the smoke, through the flames, through the darkness.He got them

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Face

    The man arrived on a Friday.Leo saw him first.He was standing at the gate of The Bridge—a tall, lean man in a grey suit, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes cold and calculating. He was not armed. He was not threatening. He was just standing there, watching the children play in the garden.Leo's blood ran cold.He walked to the gate."Can I help you?" he asked.The man turned.He smiled—a thin, cold smile that didn't reach his eyes."Leo Ashford-Hartley," he said. "I've heard so much about you.""Who are you?""My name is Enzo Moretti. I'm a lawyer. I represent the Cross family."Leo's jaw tightened."The Cross family is gone.""The Cross family is never gone." Enzo's smile widened. "We have a saying in our family—blood remembers."---Leo didn't move."What do you want?""To talk.""About what?""About Damien." Enzo paused. "And about the future of this... establishment."Leo studied him.His hand was in his pocket—close to the small pistol he carried now, the one Mariah had given

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Garden at the bridge

    The garden at The Bridge started with a single shovel.Damien bought it at the hardware store in town—a simple wooden-handled shovel, nothing special. He brought it back to The Bridge and set it against the wall of the main building."We're going to plant a garden," he told the children at breakfast.They stared at him."A garden?" Caleb asked."Yes.""Why?"Damien smiled."Because every home needs a garden."---The children didn't understand at first.They had lived in places without gardens—apartments, group homes, foster houses with concrete yards and dead grass. They had never planted anything. They had never watched something grow.But they were curious.And curiosity was enough.---Leo arrived that afternoon with a truck full of supplies.Soil. Seeds. Seedlings. Tools. Gloves for the children. A wheelbarrow. A watering can. A stack of gardening books that Mason had sent from the sanctuary.He parked the truck in front of The Bridge and got out."What's all this?" Damien asked.

  • SINFUL SALVATION    The boy

    The boy arrived on a Tuesday.His name was Caleb. He was nine years old—small for his age, with dark hair and dark eyes and a face that was too serious, too old. He had been in the foster system since he was three. He had been in eleven different homes. He had been abused, neglected, and forgotten.He walked into The Bridge with a single bag—a plastic bag, the kind you get from a grocery store—and he didn't speak.He didn't smile.He didn't look at anyone.He just stood in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on the floor, and he waited.---Damien saw him.He walked to the door."Hi, Caleb," he said. "I'm Damien. Welcome to The Bridge."Caleb didn't look up.Damien knelt in front of him."I know you're scared," he said quietly. "I know you don't trust me. I know you've been hurt. But I want you to know something."Caleb looked up."What?""You're safe here. No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to leave you. And no matter what happens—no matter what you do, no matter what you say—

  • SINFUL SALVATION    The beginning

    Damien woke before Leo for the first time in months.He lay in bed for a long moment, listening to the silence. The house was quiet. The garden was still. The world was sleeping.He turned his head.Leo was beside him—his dark hair spread across the pillow, his face relaxed, his breath slow and even.He looked peaceful.He looked safe.Damien smiled.---He got up slowly.He dressed in the dark—jeans, a grey sweater, the boots Leo had bought him at the cabin. He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee—black, no sugar—and carried it out to the porch.The garden was bathed in the pale light of dawn. The roses were still. The lavender was still. The koi pond shimmered in the distance.Damien sat down on the porch steps and took a sip of his coffee.This is it, he thought. This is what peace feels like.---Leo found him an hour later.He walked out onto the porch, still in his pajamas, his hair messy, his eyes heavy with sleep."Morning," he murmured."Morning."He sat down beside Damien a

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