Henry's POV Sitting in the dimly lit cell, I felt the weight of my actions like a lead cloak dragging me down. I’d screwed up beyond measure, and the remorse coiled within me like a relentless predator. I could hardly bear to reflect on the enormity of my betrayal to my best friends, my boss, and ultimately, myself. The moment Shelly and Sebastian stepped into the cold, echoing chambers, their eyes bore into me with a mix of disbelief and anger. “Why, Henry? Why would you do this?” Shelly’s voice cracked with pain, and she looked at me like I was a stranger. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper, “I didn’t have a choice, Shelly. Derek threatened Trent’s life. It was him to bring Carter Abel to him and not get harmed, and I couldn’t risk my boyfriend’s life.” Sebastian stepped forward, the tension in his jaw visible, yet beneath his anger, I saw a flicker of understanding. A man who knew, better than anyone, the desperate actions one might take for family.
Sebastian’s POV I want to kill him. I want to kill one of my best friends for what he chose to do. Henry is supposed to be one of my top guards in the mafia and he does this. He took my fucking son like he was nothing and handed him over to his brother for what? To make me fall? To make me hand over the reins to someone else? To back off from being the east coast mafia boss? I don’t fucking understand why? He was one of my loyal men. A best friend for that matter. Now he’s a damn traitor to his mafia family for what he’s done. Grabbing Henry up off the floor dragging him down to the cells and throwing him in. "Sebastian, Sebastian, I'm so sorry!" Henry's voice cracked with desperation as he strained against my grip. "If I could turn back time, I swear, I never would have taken Carter away. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," he pleaded, his eyes filled with regret and despair. The echo of Henry's apologies seems never-ending as I drag him along the dimly lit corridor. His pl
Shelly’s POV I know I did not just hear Henry correctly. I just know I didn’t hear what I think I heard. Please do not tell me he is the reason my son, my baby boy Carter, is missing. How could he do something like this? Henry is supposed to be one of my best friends, a person I trusted deeply, and he did this to me, to my family. There is absolutely no way I heard him right. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from, and I desperately want it to be just that. A nightmare. That is, until I look him right in the face, and what I see nearly kills me. His eyes, they speak volumes, yet they're filled with guilt and remorse. They convey what his words can’t, what I refuse to believe: that he is the one who did this. He took my son away from me. How can eyes that used to be so warm and friendly now seem so cold and distant, concealing secrets that rip my world apart? Within seconds, the shock transforms into an indescribable rage, and I find myself losing control, overw
Shelly’s POV I know I did not just hear Henry correctly. I just know I didn’t hear what I think I heard. Please do not tell me he is the reason my son, my baby boy Carter, is missing. How could he do something like this? Henry is supposed to be one of my best friends, a person I trusted deeply, and he did this to me, to my family. There is absolutely no way I heard him right. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from, and I desperately want it to be just that. A nightmare. That is, until I look him right in the face, and what I see nearly kills me. His eyes, they speak volumes, yet they're filled with guilt and remorse. They convey what his words can’t, what I refuse to believe: that he is the one who did this. He took my son away from me. How can eyes that used to be so warm and friendly now seem so cold and distant, concealing secrets that rip my world apart? Within seconds, the shock transforms into an indescribable rage, and I find myself losing control, overw
Unknowns POV Why did I have to do it? Why did I allow myself to be dragged into yet another one of my brother's reckless schemes? It's as if I never learn. I love Shelly like she’s my own sister and Sebastian like my own brother. We've been through so much together, sharing triumphs and heartaches, standing by each other through every storm. Yet, here I am, entangled in a vortex of betrayal that I never intended to spin. I took an oath when I joined the East Coast Mafia, a solemn vow to uphold our code and protect our own above all else. That oath wasn't just words; it was a binding contract of loyalty and trust. And I broke one of our most sacred rules: absolutely do not mess with our members' families. Ever. Family is off-limits. It's a hard line, etched in stone. And I've shattered it. I’ve broken the trust that binds us. I took their son as if he was a mere pawn in a twisted game, and handed him over to my brother. It was supposed to be leverage, a calculated move t
Sebastian’s POV Shelly is still asleep in Sabrina’s room, keeping a vigilant watch over Shelly as she rests. The stress and worry she's enduring are palpable, and I feel a profound urge to comfort her, although I know that true solace will only come with the safe return of our son Carter. I've assigned a team to clean up the chaos in our room, remnants of a frantic search for any sign of our missing child. The room bears the evidence of Shelly's anguish, her desperate effort to find any clue within those walls. The investigation has, thus far, revealed that Carter was indeed kidnapped; this much is evident from the alarming evidence Henry discovered scattered below their bedroom window. A dread gnaws at me as I confront the uncertainty of the situation; I am grasping in the dark for leads, suspecting everyone yet trusting no one. The identity of the kidnapper eludes us. In my role as the east coast boss, I've amassed countless enemies within the mafia world, all of whom wo