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BELLAThe shaman's eyes found me.And everything stopped.He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just stared. Like he was looking through me, into every lie I’d ever told, every secret I was keeping, every breath I shouldn't have taken.My feet felt glued to the floor, my body screaming to run, but it was useless. I couldn’t even twitch.He stepped forward.No words. Just that unreadable expression as he extended his hand toward mine.This was it.I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry. If I was going to die, I’d at least do it with some dignity.My fingers twitched toward his, and…A loud crash echoed from the second floor, followed by hurried footsteps and a voice shouting, “Ryan just woke up! Something’s wrong with him!”My eyes flew open.Every head in the hall turned toward the sound.Ricardo’s did too. His entire face changed. A young guard, wide-eyed and breathless, pushed through the crowd. “He’s awake, sir. But he’s… he's not right. He's shaking. Speaking gibberish.”Ricardo di
RICARDOAt this point, I was so fucking angry, I could hardly think straight.Ryan was still in the hospital, looking like death himself.I hadn’t slept properly in days, still trying to figure out the best way to hit Matteo back where it hurt.And now… this.Some random bastard planting a goddamn camera in my room.A guy we’ve never seen before. Not staff. Not a visitor. Not anyone with clearance. Just a ghost who somehow walked into my building like it was a public park and tried to spy on us.Unforgivable.Another punch landed. A wet smack of skin on skin. I didn’t flinch.The guy let out a grunt through bloodied lips, but still didn’t speak. His head lolled forward, chest rising and falling.I watched Luis step back, shaking out his fist. “He’s not talking.”“No shit,” I muttered, rising from my seat. My bones ached from sitting too long, my jaw locked tight as I crossed the floor toward him.I stopped a few feet away, arms folded. “What’s his name?”“The tech guy ran it,” Gabe sa
LUCASFuck. Fuck. Fuck!I scattered everything off the desk with a loud crash. Papers flew everywhere as I roared out in rage, the veins on my neck threatening to burst.I could barely think.What the hell was Matteo thinking?I spun around, my chest heaving, rage boiling through every vein. “Why the hell would you try to kill Ryan, huh?! Why?!”Matteo didn’t even flinch. The bastard was sitting there on my couch. Calm. Relaxed. Smirking.“Wasn’t that the deal?” he said, tilting his head. “I handle Ryan. You go after Ricardo. What’s with all the yelling?”I took a step closer, my jaw clenched so tight I thought I’d break a tooth. “You don’t get it, do you? Now Ricardo’s going to come at us with everything he’s got. You think he’s just gonna let this go? He’s gonna kill us, Matteo. All of us.”Matteo laughed.The sound was slow. Calm. Way too fucking confident for someone who’d just started a war.“You really need to chill,” he said, still smiling. “I know Ricardo better than anyone. I
RICARDO I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I took a slow step back from her. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No. That can’t be right.” Bella didn’t move. She just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching me with that same damn calm in her eyes. “Ryan?” I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “You’re telling me Ryan is the mole? Bullshit.” She didn’t flinch. I turned around, pacing. My mind was spinning like a goddamn roulette wheel on fire. “No. No way. That bastard… Michael… he lied to you. He was playing games. Trying to mess with your head.” “Ricardo…” “I trust Ryan,” I snapped, “I know it’s only been a few months since he started working with us. But I trust him.” “I’m just telling you what he said,” she said softly. I turned back to her. “What if Matteo sent him? Huh? What if this was all part of their plan? Send some half-dead rat to drop a name just to make us fight ourselves from the inside? Don’t you see it?” “I see it,” she said, “but I also saw the look on Michael
RYANRicardo didn’t take his eyes off her. His jaw clenched slightly as he gestured toward me.“Yeah,” he responded. “Ryan was just about to tell me something about you.”Bella arched a brow, strolling in. “Oh? Really?” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Funny. Because I’ve got something to tell you about him too.”Oh, fuck.This woman…It’s the way she always walks in thinking she’s one step ahead. Like she’s got all the cards and she’s playing poker with two aces tucked in her sleeve.But I knew how to hold her. I wasn’t ready for her. Or maybe I didn’t just want to hurt her.“Go ahead then,” Bella said, flicking her eyes back to me. “Say what you wanted to say before I say mine.”I leaned back against the pillows and gave her a slow, tired smile. “Sure.” I turned to Ricardo.“You shouldn’t worry,” I told him calmly. “I didn’t plant any camera in your room. I would never do that. And maybe… just maybe… Michael was lying.”Ricardo reached for my hand again, gripping it tig
RYANIt was her. My boss from the club.Shit.She walked toward our table with that same bold stride I remembered… her heels clicking against the floor, her sharp eyes locked right on me. The noise in the restaurant dulled, drowned out by the thud of my heart."Ryan," she said again, this time standing right beside our table. "You just disappeared. No notice. No call. Nothing. After everything that happened with your mom..." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes screamed more than her words did. "We were worried sick."I stood slowly, avoiding Ricardo’s curious glance. God, not now. Not with him here.Of all the damn moments.“I know,” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, really. I should’ve reached out. I just... I wasn’t in the right headspace.”Her eyes softened just a little, but then she turned to look at Ricardo, and every trace of warmth vanished.“And what are you doing with him?” Her brows pinched. “You’re sitting here with him?”Ricardo stiffened slightly, hi
DETECTIVE JOHNI rubbed a hand down my face and leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall in front of me like it might start talking.The board was a mess.Photos. Notes. Red strings connecting people who shouldn't have ever crossed paths. And in the middle of it… Bella.What the hell was she doing in that building?I reached for the file again, flipping it open like I hadn’t already read it five times tonight. My coffee had gone cold. It was already late. But sleep wasn’t happening… not with this puzzle jabbing at my brain like a thorn under skin.Bella. Ryan. Ricardo.What was the connection?Bella was supposed to be Ryan’s girlfriend, right? That’s what I’d heard. But then I found out Ryan used to strip at a club Lena managed. Why was he in that building posing as a damn doctor?I dragged a hand through my hair, sighing.None of it made sense.Ryan’s mother had died in the crossfire of a gang clash between Ricardo’s crew and their rivals, the Cortega family. That much I’d confi
RAFAEL"All the goods in their right warehouses already?" I asked, leaning against the hood of the black SUV, my arms crossed, eyes on Marco.He gave a single nod, chewing on a toothpick. "Yeah. Everything’s sorted. Westport, Edenville, and South Ridge. Tight security, all tagged and locked down.""Good." I shifted my gaze to the man under the hood, his sleeves rolled up, hands greased, wiping sweat from his brow."How’s the car?"The mechanic straightened and gave a slight shrug. "Running well now. But she’ll need a service in a few weeks… oil, filters, the usual. She’s been pushed hard lately."I nodded. “Fine. We’ll bring her in.”The guy nodded, then glanced at me with a small grin. “How’s your brother, Ricardo?”I paused, then gave a subtle smile. “He’s good.”“Tell him I said hey. Been a long time since I saw him. We used to run into each other a lot back in the day.”“I’ll let him know,” I said, already stepping toward the passenger side. “He’ll appreciate that.”With a flick
RYANAs we walked to the car, my head felt like it was splitting into two.I couldn’t think straight.It’s been three weeks since the incident… three goddamn weeks, and I still hadn’t gotten myself back. I was messed up in every sense of the word. Shattered. Disoriented. Angry.And the worst part?That bastard didn’t even bother to check on me.Not once.Screw him.I was done pretending.For now… I just needed to get out of that godforsaken building. Out of the twisted maze of lies and betrayal that had become my life.I didn’t know exactly where I was going. I just knew I had to leave before I lost what little sanity I had left. A week. Two weeks. Just enough time to breathe again. To clear my mind. Resurface. Reshape.Restrategize.And then?I’d come back.Not the same Ryan they left shattered.But someone better. Smarter. Sharper.The kind of man who could look Ricardo in the eyes and smile while tearing everything he built to the ground.Rafael opened the car door, and I slipped i
BELLAAs I drove back home, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.How the hell did they find out I knew Michael?How did they even know I was seeing him?“Shit… shit… shit,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter until my knuckles turned white.I swerved into a quiet side street and parked.Then I screamed. Loud and raw. The kind of scream that ripped out from somewhere deep inside me.It echoed in the empty street, bouncing off the walls. slammed both hands against the steering wheel and dropped my head against it, panting.I was turning into someone I didn’t recognize. A monster. Since the day I stepped into that damn house, I’d been making choices I swore I’d never make. Lying. Scheming. Breaking things inside me I once thought were unbreakable.But it was too late to back out now.I wasn’t going to give up. Not now. Not ever.I sat up straight and let out a long, shaky breath. Thank God I hadn’t said anything to them. No matter how m
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
ELENA I 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
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