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THIRTEEN: I Won't Be Easy On You Tonight

Autor: Aria Steele
last update Fecha de publicación: 2025-11-14 05:00:19

The office day is stilted, to say the least.

David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.

I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is going to come over, pick me up from my apartment, and then Marcus will walk us both downstairs.

It takes the whole walk back to convince him to let me go. Once Sel turns up at mine, he suddenly r
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  • SIR   #29: Stay With Me

    Eli sits on the edge of his bed in the small staff quarters, staring at the illuminated screen of his phone. The message from Carver stares back at him, impossible to ignore any longer. 《Miller isn’t back. Fix it.》 The words carry the weight of a deadline he cannot afford to miss. Carver has never been a patient man, and Eli knows there’s an invisible “or else” at the end of that text. He won’t be able to explain the bruised ribs or broken finger or whatever it is Carver’s men would be sent to deliver if he fails to fulfill his end of the deal. He also obviously cannot let Miller talk. The only path forward is action tonight. Eli closes his eyes for a moment and runs through the mental map he built of the estate during his first weeks here. Every corridor, every camera blind spot, every locked door. He knows the underground service tunnel that leads out near the east loading dock, the one rarely used after midnight. That will be his exit route for Miller. He types a quick rep

  • SIR   #28: Short Supply

    Eli stands near the edge of the dining room with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the family move through what should have been a normal Monday breakfast. Lucia has not said a single word to either of her parents since the night of the attack. She pushes eggs around her plate with the tip of her fork, keeping her expression carefully blank. David sits at the head of the table, quieter than usual. He takes a few bites of toast, checks his phone twice, and finally sets his napkin down. “There’s an emergency at the office,” he says. “I’ll be back by evening.” Lucas looks up. “But you always say Sunday and Monday are–” “Eat your toast, bud,” David says, already pushing back his chair. Nora’s hand tightens around her juice glass. “David.” “It won’t take long,” he says, and kisses her cheek as he passes, his footsteps receding down the corridor. The table sits with that for a moment. “Right,” Tyler says to no one, and goes back to his phone under the table. Eli kno

  • SIR   #27: Look At Me Now

    I shouldn’t be down here. The basement of my father’s house has always been a cold labyrinth of storage and utility rooms that I avoided as a child because the air always felt ten degrees colder than the rest of the mansion. But after the general crumbling of my reality, I couldn’t just sit in my room and wait for the sun to come up. I needed to see the face of the man who held a gun to my head. I needed to see if he looked like a monster or just a man. ​I round the final corner toward the holding cell, my footsteps light on the concrete, and that’s when I see him. ​The heavy steel door is ajar. Inside the small, windowless room, the man in the chair is a ruin of flesh and blood, slumped forward against his restraints, but it’s Eli who holds my attention. He has his gun out, the barrel hovering near the prisoner’s chest, and his posture is coiled with a terrifying intensity. ​When the floorboards beneath my feet give a slight creak, Eli spins around with the speed of a cornered pre

  • SIR   #26: Time Is Up

    Eli’s POV The air in the grand foyer is thick enough to choke on. David Reid stands like a monolith of cold fury, as his announcement vibrates through the floorboards. To anyone else, it is a call to arms. To Eli, it is the sound of a trap door creaking open beneath his feet. ​He feels the weight of every pair of eyes in the room, but none are as heavy as Zeke’s who is looking at him with a predatory stillness that suggests he has already reached a verdict and is only waiting for the evidence to catch up. Eli keeps his face an impassive mask as he turns to look at Marcus. “Do we have additional external coverage on the north perimeter? Because if tonight was a coordinated approach, the north side has the least camera coverage and they’ll know that.” It is a reasonable professional question. Marcus answers it. The corridor’s attention shifts, briefly, to the security logistics, and Eli uses those twelve seconds to get his breathing fully level and his expression fully settled and h

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    I am standing in the corridor outside the east wing with my pulse still going at a speed that has nothing to do with the current stillness of the house and everything to do with the last several hours of my life. The cleaners are already moving through the dining room in their white coveralls, scrubbing the spray of red from the baseboards and picking shards of expensive crystal out of the rugs. It is a silent, efficient operation that feels far too practiced for comfort. My skin is crawling with the leftover hum of adrenaline, making my fingers twitch every time a door clicks or a heavy footstep falls in the hallway. My family is accounted for. That is the thing I have been using as an anchor for the last forty minutes, returning to it every time my brain tries to pull me somewhere worse. Lucas is with my mother. Tyler is shaken but unhurt. My father is somewhere in the lower levels doing something I have been deliberately not asking about with the man who was caught. Marcus is o

  • SIR   #24: The Hell You Are

    The windows explode inward with a sound I will never unhear – a concussive roar that eats every other noise in the room. I’m on the floor before I’ve made the decision to move, some buried instinct that Eli has been drilling into me for weeks taking over before my conscious brain can catch up. “Get to the wall!” Eli’s voice comes from somewhere to my right. “Away from the windows, everyone move!” ​I am pressed against the cold hardwood with my hands over my head, feeling the vibration of every shot in my teeth. Beside me, Chloe is a silent, shaking heap, and Tyler is scrambling toward the underside of the table. I look up, squinting through the haze of plaster dust, and for the first time in my eighteen years, the curtain of my father’s carefully constructed world is ripped wide open. He reaches into the hidden holster beneath the table and pulls out a sleek, matte-black handgun. He stands, his face a mask of cold, lethal efficiency, and returns fire toward the shattered windows.

  • SIR   #21: I Hate That You're Here

    I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white as I speed through the city streets, David in the passenger seat beside me. "Turn left at the next light," he says quietly, glancing at his phone's GPS. "It'll shave off a few minutes." I nod without speaking and make the turn, the hospital

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-30
  • SIR   #20: Someone Else Does Too

    Vincent is still asleep beside me when I slip out of bed at six the next morning. Lucy is curled against his chest, her small hand fisted in his T-shirt, breathing slow and even. The sight of them together usually steadies me. This morning it only makes the knot in my stomach tighten.

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-30
  • SIR   #11: Do You Still Love Him?

    Lucy kicks off her sneakers the moment we cross the threshold, leaving them in a haphazard pile by the coat closet. She’s already halfway down the hall before I can remind her to hang her coat. “Daddy!” she calls, sprinting toward him with her arms wide. Vincent is in the livi

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-29
  • SIR   #10: She And My Daddy Used To Fight Bad Guys

    The next day, the call comes in while Vincent and I are at work, reviewing a procurement report I have already flagged twice. I know it is bad news the second I see the school’s number on my screen. I stare at it for half a second too long before answering. “This is Nora Calder.”

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-29
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