LOGINA chill crawled down my spine.I already knew where this was heading before he even said it.He crouched slightly until we were eye level again.And this time, there was no amusement in his face.Only intent.“Tell me about Zane Wilde’s operations.”My stomach twisted instantly.“No.”The refusal came automatically.Immediate.His expression remained unreadable.“You should think carefully before answering.”“I already did.”A flicker of irritation crossed his face.“You’re loyal to a man who discarded you.”“He didn’t discard me.”Even now, some stubborn part of me defended him instinctively.Pathetic.The captor seemed to think so too.“Didn’t he?” he asked quietly.I looked away.Because suddenly…I didn’t know.The room fell silent again.Then he spoke once more, voice calmer now.“You know things.”“I handle schedules.”“You rerouted shipments.”My breath caught.His eyes locked onto mine instantly.“There it is,” he murmured.Fear slid down my spine.How much did they know?How
The room seemed to shrink around me.Every breath felt tighter.Every second heavier.Because suddenly, this wasn’t just about me anymore.It was about Zane.About what he would do.What he would risk.What he would destroy.And deep down...I knew one thing with terrifying certainty.Zane wasn’t the type of man to negotiate.He was the type to retaliate.And when he did…There would be consequences.Deadly ones.The man straightened, stepping back toward the door.As if our conversation had already served its purpose.As if I was already where he needed me to be.He paused just before opening it.And glanced back at me one last time.“If I were you,” he said calmly, “I’d hope he comes quickly.”Then he opened the door.Stepped out.And just like that...I was alone again.----The days blurred together after that.Not because they passed quickly.Because they passed painfully.Slow enough to feel every hour.Every silence.Every moment of uncertainty clawing through me.The room neve
It happened fast.Too fast.A sound behind me.Movement.Not ours.Not expected.My heart slammed against my ribs.I turned, and they were already there.Three men.Then five.Emerging from the shadows like they had been waiting.Watching.Anticipating.“You’re not supposed to be here,” one of them said coldly.My breath caught.They knew.Not just that I was there, but that I shouldn’t have been.Which meant, this wasn’t random.This was a trap.And I had walked straight into it.My mind raced.Options.Escape routes.But it was too late.One step back, and a hand grabbed my arm.Firm.Unyielding.Another moved in behind me.Blocking.Cutting off any chance of escape.Panic surged through me, but I forced it down.Think.Move.Act.But before I could, cold metal pressed lightly against my side.A warning.“Don’t,” the voice behind me said.I froze.My pulse roared in my ears.“You’re coming with us.”The words settled like ice.This wasn’t just a capture.This was leverage.And I had
The plan didn’t begin with chaos.It began with precision.For the first two days, everything moved like clockwork.Quietly.Seamlessly.Almost… too smoothly.I stayed exactly where Zane placed me within the operation—no improvisation, no unnecessary risks, just calculated execution. Routes were followed, timings were exact, and every small piece I handled fit neatly into the larger picture he had built.At first, the men watched me.Closely.Waiting for hesitation.For fear.For mistakes.But none came.I didn’t flinch.Didn’t question.Didn’t slow them down.And slowly…That watchfulness shifted.From doubt to acknowledgment.From acknowledgment, to something close to respect.And Zane noticed.Of course he did.He always noticed.The first time it showed was subtle.A glance.Held half a second longer than necessary.Then a nod across the room when I completed a timing relay perfectly.Later, when I corrected a minor route overlap before it became a problem, one of his men muttered
That night, I didn’t go to bed.I stayed in the living room, sitting in silence, my thoughts louder than anything around me.Clarissa’s words kept repeating.Over.And over.And over.You need leverage.I hated that she might be right.Hated what it implied.Hated what it meant about the man I loved.But as the hours passed…And Zane didn’t come back downstairs…Didn’t come looking for me…Didn’t try to fix what had just broken between us…The truth settled in slowly.Painfully.Love wasn’t enough here.Not with him.Not in this world.And for the first time since I chose Zane Wilde…I started to think—Maybe I needed to stop just loving him…And start protecting myself.----Three days after the argument, the distance between us hadn’t closed.It had… settled.Like a crack that hadn’t been repaired—just ignored.Zane spoke when necessary.Short.Precise.Professional, even inside his own home.There were no lingering touches.No quiet reassurances.No late-night pulls back into bed.
The days that followed felt… different.Not in a loud, obvious way.Nothing shattered.Nothing exploded.But something shifted.And it didn’t shift back.Zane didn’t come home that night.Or the next.Or the one after.At first, I told myself it made sense.One of his men had been murdered.Not just any man—one of his right-hand men.Someone trusted.Someone close.In Zane’s world, that wasn’t just loss.It was a message.A threat.A crack in control.And Zane Wilde did not tolerate cracks.So I waited.The first night, I stayed awake longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling, expecting the door to open at any moment.It didn’t.The second night, I fell asleep on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, only to wake up at 3 a.m. to an empty house.The third night… I stopped waiting by the door.But I still listened for him.When he finally came back, it was early morning.4:17 a.m.I knew because I was awake.Again.The front door opened quietly, but the sound still







