RICARDO I kept knocking. Three times. Then four. I didn’t even know why I was still standing there. Maybe I wanted to fix it. Maybe I just needed to see him. Needed to apologize, even though I knew words weren’t enough. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea? A threesome? With her? His girlfriend… or should I say ex. God. What the hell was wrong with me? "Ryan," I called again, softer this time. “Come on, man. Please… open the door.” The silence on the other side stretched, after a few seconds the door creaked open. Ryan stood there, arm crossed. “What do you want?” he asked flatly. I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Then I saw him. Rafael. Lying on the bed. Something inside me cracked. My stomach twisted, but I kept my face still. “What are you doing here?” I asked, even though I already knew. I just… needed to hear him say it. Rafael tilted his head. “I don’t understand the question,” he said. “Am I not allowed in this room?” That was it. That t
RYANJust like Rafael predicted, I got the call.I was going out with them tonight.I stood by the entrance, adjusting the sleeves of my jacket, when Rafael strolled in casually like we were headed to a beach bar and not a war zone. A loose black shirt, baggy brown trousers that fitted him perfectly.I blinked at him. “You sure you’re dressed for a fight?”He shrugged. “Comfort over chaos, my friend.”I couldn’t help the snort that escaped. Then I leaned in. “Did you talk to Ricardo? About Bella?”“Yeah, sure. He agreed,” Rafael said, brushing invisible lint off his shirt. “She should be here any…”Before Rafael could even finish his sentence, the doors swung open.Ricardo stepped out, his boots hitting the marble. He was followed by five of his men, all suited, armed, and cold-eyed. His gaze landed on me. “Since you're going to be my underboss soon,” he said, voice sharp and commanding, “you start earning that title. From tonight, you follow us out on every mission. No more sitting
RYANI closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable. I could feel the cold steel of the gun still pressed against my forehead, and my breath hitched as I prepared for the end. This was it. After everything, this was how it would all go down.But just as Matteo's finger tightened on the trigger, a voice rang out from behind me."Don’t do it."It was Ricardo.Matteo stilled for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward the sound of the command. But the smirk never left his face. He shifted his weight slightly, keeping the gun locked on me but still facing the voice that threatened him.Ricardo stepped into view, and he wasn’t alone. Behind him, Lucas stood, his arms pinned tightly at his sides, a gun pressed to his temple. Ricardo’s eyes locked onto Matteo’s with a cold stare."If you try anything, I’ll shoot him," Ricardo said, his voice calm, unbothered. Matteo’s lips curled up into that wicked smile again, but his laugh was darker this time. "Does it look like I care? You s
RICARDO"I should’ve fucking used it!" I roared, slamming my fist into the wall so hard the plaster cracked beneath my knuckles. "I should’ve stopped the goddamn time!"The rage in my chest was a wildfire, my breathing came in sharp bursts, my vision red with fury and self-loathing. I could still see it… Ryan collapsing into my arms, the life draining from his eyes, his blood warm and sticky on my hands.I had the power to change that. I could’ve changed it.I should’ve.I paced the length of the room like a madman, fists clenched, every nerve in my body shaking with guilt.Why didn’t I use it? Why the fuck didn’t I just use it?Because every time I did, a part of me broke. My health spiraled. The nosebleeds, the migraines, the tremors… they got worse with each use. And the last time… the last time almost killed me.But so what?I clenched my jaw and slammed my fist against the wall again, harder this time. A small streak of blood bloomed on my skin, but I didn’t care. The pain was t
RAFAELI stood at the edge of the dock, the wind biting through my coat as I checked my watch again. The ocean was calm tonight, but my gut wasn’t. I didn’t like this kind of silence, it always meant something was coming. And not always a shipment.We were early. I didn’t believe in being late to things that could cost me my life or millions of dollars.A few headlights blinked in the distance, bouncing off the stacked containers, and I tensed. But then I saw him.Alessio.I glanced sideways… Bella was walking toward him. I matched her pace as we made our way to him.Alessio didn’t wait for pleasantries."What do you want from me again?" he snapped as soon as we were within range, his voice echoing slightly against the metal around us.Then he turned to Bella, eyes narrowing."You," he said, with a short laugh. "I trusted you. I actually thought you were depressed, genuinely spiraling." He shook his head and scoffed. "And then you used it. Played the poor broken girl card on me. Wicke
RAFAELI stood frozen behind the half-transparent glass, my hands clenched into fists at my sides as I watched Bella and the other doctors battling to keep Ryan alive.He looked lifeless.Machines beeped frantically. One of the nurses barked an order. Bella’s face was tight with panic, but her hands moved with the sharp precision of someone refusing to lose. Still, I could see the fear in her eyes.Ryan’s chest barely moved. There were tubes everywhere. Blood.God.I pressed my forehead against the cool surface of the glass and shut my eyes for a split second. Don’t die… please don’t die. I didn’t care who was listening… I prayed. I begged. I would’ve made deals with the damn devil if it meant hearing him laugh again.I couldn’t take it anymore.I spun around and stormed down the corridor, barely registering the people I passed. My blood was boiling, my vision tunneling.Ricardo.He was in his room. Comfortable. Alive. Breathing. While Ryan was fighting for every second.I didn’t even
RAFAELI hurried my footsteps, ignoring the ache in my legs, the burning in my chest. The sound of that flatline echoed in my skull like a siren screaming death.No.No, no, no…I reached the room and my heart nearly came out of my mouth. My knees buckled the moment I saw it.That white sheet.Pulled up over a still body.No movement. No beeping machines. Just… silence.I stumbled to the ground, my palms hitting the cold, sterile tiles, my breath catching in my throat like a noose. Tears welled up fast. One fell. Then another. Then they all came crashing down.He can’t be dead.He can’t be.“Ryan,” I gasped out. “No… please… God, no…”I crawled closer, like if I just got a little nearer I’d find out it wasn’t true. That maybe I was wrong. That maybe it was someone else.But the blood.The silence.The goddamn sheet.My hand shook as I reached out, not even sure what I was doing. Just needing something. A touch. A sign. Anything.My chest ached so hard I thought I’d throw up. I couldn’
BELLA“I think Ricardo has powers.”Michael blinked. “Come again?”I leaned back against the chair in his room, arms folded, my heart still racing from everything that had happened. “I said… I think he has powers. Like, actual powers. Like stopping-time kind of powers.”Michael stared at me like I had grown a third eye. “What the hell are you talking about?”I turned my gaze to the floor, chewing the inside of my cheek before sighing. “Remember that camera you gave me? The one I planted in Ricardo’s room?”His brows drew together. “Yeah…”“Well,” I said, voice lower now, “I watched the footage. All of it. Even the parts after… the threesome.”Michael gave me a look. “Really didn't need the reminder.”I rolled my eyes. “Get over it.”He said nothing.I continued. “I saw Ricardo talking to himself… not like ‘talking in the mirror’ kind of way, but like he was fighting something inside. He said he had powers. That he could’ve saved Ryan. That he… stopped time before. He was pissed that h
DETECTIVE JOHNThe loud ringing of my phone jerked me awake.I blinked hard, and fumbled for it on the nightstand.“Hello,” I croaked, still halfway between sleep and guilt.The voice on the other end snapped me out of both instantly.“John… it’s me. She’s out. Bella. Just left the building, alone.”I bolted upright, the sheets falling off me.“You’re sure?” I asked, already swinging my legs out of bed.“Positive. Just now. No escorts. No vehicle yet.”“I’m on my way.”I ended the call without another word.Clara stirred beside me, turning slowly to face me, her hair falling across her bare shoulder. “What is it?” she asked, voice husky from sleep.I reached for my pants on the floor. “The guy I left watching Ricardo’s building just called. Bella went out. Alone.”She blinked, sitting up slowly. “Are you serious?”“Dead serious. If we’re going to make a move, it has to be now.”Clara grabbed her robe and stood. “Give me five minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.”I nodded, already tuggin
DETECTIVE JOHN“This shit’s taking too long.”I slammed the file shut and leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under me. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight. Two damn weeks. That’s how long it’s been since we talked about bringing Bella in for questioning.And still… nothing.She hadn’t left that building more than a handful of times, and every time, it was for less than twenty minutes. No chance to intercept. No go-ahead from the boss. Across the room, Clara was lounging on the couch with her legs tucked under her, sipping from a can of soda and scrolling her phone like we weren’t waist-deep in a swamp of dead ends.“You even listening to me?” I snapped.She finally glanced up, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. “I heard you. Loud and whiny.”I stood, pacing. “We were supposed to have her in here by now. Instead, we’re still playing surveillance like a couple of rookies waiting for crumbs. You don’t find that suspicious?”Clara finally looked up, her eyes sharp despi
RYANI opened my eyes slowly, the lights above me a blur of white and shadow. The smell hit me first, then the beeping. Rhythmic.I blinked, heart thudding in my chest as the walls spun.Where…?My breath caught in my throat.The chair. The wires. The burning pain. The sound of my own screams.I was still there.I was still…“No!” I gasped, jerking upright, my arms flailing, chest heaving like I was drowning.“Ryan!” a voice cried. Soft hands pressed against my shoulders, trying to steady me. “It’s okay… hey, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart, it’s Elena. You’re safe now. You’re in the hospital.”My eyes locked onto her face. Blurry at first, then slowly sharpening into focus.“Elena…” I choked out, my throat raw. “I… I thought…”“I know,” she whispered, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “I know what they did. But you’re okay now. You’re out. You’re safe.”I wanted to believe her. I wanted to melt into that safety, let her words anchor me. But my body was still shaking
RICARDOI stumbled back and hit the floor hard, but I didn’t feel it.What the hell had I done?My breathing turned ragged, shallow, like my lungs couldn’t remember how to work. My hands trembled as I stared at the spot where Ryan had been… blood-stained, broken, barely holding on. And it was me. I did that. I fucking did that.I gripped my hair, dragging my fingers down my skull like I could tear the guilt out of me.“Fuck,” I muttered. “Fuck… fuck, fuck!”My voice echoed off the walls, but it didn’t make me feel any less hollow.I thought he wanted me dead. I really believed that. After everything I’d given him… every piece of myself I let him see, every wall I let down… I thought he was playing me. That he'd been waiting for the perfect moment to twist the knife.And now?Now I find out he was innocent.I’d hurt him.Nearly killed him.All because of Marco’s lie. Because I couldn’t see past my own damn paranoia.I slammed my fist into the concrete. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn’t
RAFAELI watched as Ricardo stumbled back, the weight of Elena’s words hitting him like a gut punch. For a moment, he looked like he might collapse right there on the cold concrete floor. His breathing came in ragged bursts as the paper Elena held trembled in her hand.“Bring the chef,” Ricardo barked, his voice hoarse and raw with disbelief. “Now!”I stared at him, disgusted. “If you’d learned to control your temper,” I snapped, “you wouldn’t be jumping to conclusions like a goddamn lunatic. Look at what you did.”He didn’t respond.Couldn’t.Guilt had already begun chewing at his insides. Good.I rushed to Ryan’s side. His body was limp, slick with sweat and smeared blood, but he was breathing… barely.“Elena, help me,” I said.She dropped to her knees beside me, gently easing one of the wires off his arm as I worked on the rest.Ryan winced weakly, his eyes fluttering open just enough to register our faces. “Rafael…” he croaked.“Shh,” I muttered, swallowing the tight knot in my th
ELENAI looked at Rafael, and for a split second, the disgust I’d been suppressing twisted inside me like bile rising up my throat.Almost everyone in this godforsaken house reeked of secrets… rotten motives, false loyalties, and buried truths so deep they thought no one would dig them up. Ricardo with his obsession for control. Marco, pretending to be harmless while cloaked in shadows. Bella, hiding behind silence and feigned concern. Even Rafael wasn’t left out.I forced a breath, composing myself before the emotions showed on my face. I had to stay sharp.Rafael was still staring at me, waiting.“It’s Marco,” I said flatly.His eyes widened. “What?”His thoughts screamed louder than his voice;Who the hell was this girl, and how did she know it was him? See her here spouting nonsense.I almost laughed. Idiot. He didn’t even try to hide his disbelief.I forced a small smile instead. “Yes. Marco. It’s him.”He opened his mouth, probably to challenge me again, but I turned away. “Com
RAFAELI tried to stand up, but the room tilted violently around me."Damn it," I muttered, clutching my head as a wave of dizziness nearly knocked me over. I collapsed back onto the mattress, groaning as a sharp pain exploded at the back of my skull.What the hell?I sat up slowly this time, blinking through the blur in my vision until the outlines of my room came into focus.Wait… this is my bed.How did I get here?And then it hit me.Ricardo.His men.He really ordered them to knock me out?What the actual hell is wrong with him?I reached back and touched the throbbing spot behind my head, my fingers coming away sticky with half-dried blood. A growl rumbled in my throat.Ryan.My heart leapt.Shit… Ryan.I swung my legs off the bed, ready to jump up and storm out…And froze.There was someone sitting by the window.A woman.She was perched on the armrest of the sofa, legs crossed, staring out into the garden “Who the hell are you?” I snapped, still too disoriented to filter my to
RYANRicardo didn’t answer me.Instead, he turned slightly and snapped his fingers at one of the guards standing by the door."Bring in the chef," he barked, and that made my stomach twist tighter.A few seconds later, the door swung open again and in rushed a woman in a white chef's jacket, her hands trembling, her eyes darting between me and Ricardo like she already knew she was standing in the middle of a war zone."Tell him," Ricardo growled. "Tell Ryan exactly what you told me."The chef swallowed hard, wringing her hands."I…" she squeaked, then cleared her throat and tried again."Yesterday, while I was taking Ricardo's dinner up to his room... Ryan stopped me in the hallway."I stiffened."What?" I said sharply, but she didn’t even glance at me."He said..." she continued, voice shaking, "he said Ricardo had ordered something special for the night. That he… Ryan… had made changes to the meal based on Ricardo's new preference."She squeezed her eyes shut for half a second, as i
RYANThe crack of it echoed off the sterile walls.My head snapped to the side from the force of the slap.I let out a low whistle under my breath, slowly turning my face back toward her."What the hell do you take me for, Ryan?" she spat, her chest heaving."You think I'm some replaceable toy you can just toss aside when you're bored? You dare bring a replacement for me right under my nose?"Her voice was shaking with anger, I kept my face unreadable, even as my jaw tensed.She jabbed a finger into my chest. "I’m done playing by your rules. You hear me? I'm going to Ricardo. I'm telling him everything I know."A slow, dangerous smile crept across my lips."Okay, you're free to do that.” I said casually.Bella’s eyes widened, thrown by how calm I was."Yeah," I said, leaning down a little so we were eye-level. "Go ahead, Bella. Run to Ricardo. Tell him everything."I let the words hang for a beat, then added. "And when you do, I'll make sure he knows that you were the one who installe