Jaxon, pale from his wounds, made another attempt. "Mimi, you can't face him like this." Damon has the board, men, and money— She cut him off, her voice low but full of grit. "He's going to win if I hide. He becomes stronger every time I run. "I'm not going to give him that." The light caught Lyra's strong cheekbones as she leaned forward in her chair. "You're talking about a battle that is open. You can't take it back once you step out. "Good," Mimi replied, raising her chin. "Let it be war." I've seen him wreck everything we worked for, turn James into a pawn, and scare my family. "Not any more." Jaxon tried to get up, but his body hurt too much from recovering. "Mimi, pay attention to me—" She responded, "I am listening," her voice quieter now, her eyes shining but not giving in. "To myself." To the part of me that won't break. The silence that came after felt thick, like the space between individuals standing on the edge of a precipice. After that, Mimi's phone vibrated on
"Mimi..." His voice was a scrape, but the one name he said had more power than the machines around him. She was there right away, getting up from the chair and shaking as she brushed his hair off his forehead. "You are awake." She let out a prayer of relief. He tried to get up, but it hurt. "Don't—" "You got shot, Jaxon. You almost bled to death. "Don't move," she said, yet her hand stayed on his. He shook his head to bring forth his might. "No, Mimi." Pay attention. His eyes, which were stormy and steady, locked onto hers. "Damon won't stop. Not until he has all he wants. "Not until we're... gone." Her lips parted, but the heat in his eyes made her stop. "We need to go," Jaxon murmured, his voice rough but clear. "Now. Tonight. "Before he finds us again." "Jaxon..." She hesitated, caught between dread and rage. He hesitantly tightened his grip on her wrist. "Promise me." For Simeon's sake. "We can't stay here." The equipment kept beeping steadily, but his words sounded like
"You've thought about my offer," Damon whispered softly, sinking onto the chair opposite him. "Should I call it a mercy?" James looked up. "You've given me no choice." Damon said, "You always have a choice," his voice quiet and deadly. "But some paths leave you broken on the floor." Some others... let you live. James had to say the words. "I'll work with you." I'll do it if it means saving what's left of CrossCorp. He swallowed hard. "I'll do it." Damon's smile was nasty and narrow. "That's good." Finally, you have some sense. James put his hands on the glass and whispered to himself, "This is for the company." For my kid. But deep down, he understood the truth: he was already a man without an empire, holding on to the idea that he was in charge. Damon stood up and smoothed up his jacket. "James, you either help me or I'll completely destroy you." Do you get it? The words were like a verdict. James nodded, but his chest felt empty after losing. When Damon went, the silence fel
"CrossCorp was never James's to keep," he whispered, his voice as smooth as velvet over steel. "Always mine. Now I'll take everything. The man across from him—an associate dressed in an exquisite grey suit—shifted. "Mimi still has power. She'll fight you. Damon's lips turned up. "Yes, she's the last thing in the way. But she's weak. And things that are fragile..." He gripped the stem of his glass between two fingers, breaking it in half. "Break," he said. His phone vibrated. He answered without looking. "Everything's ready," a voice remarked. "Good." Damon said, "We end the game tonight." He stood there, with the city lights behind him like veins of fire. "Get in touch with the board. Make sure that every vote goes our way. "I want nothing left of James's empire but ash under my feet when he falls." He hung up and looked out at the skyline, murmuring to the glass, "It's time to end this." We'll take whatever she has. The boardroom was bright with glass and marble, but tonight i
"Jaxon, I..." she said, halting and wringing her hands. "I don't know if I can do this." Damon is still out there. What do we do next? Jaxon drew closer, and his presence was like a rock in the storm of her thoughts. "Mimi, I won't let anything bad happen to you." I promise. "We'll keep going together." She knew he was telling the truth, but the lies, betrayals, and constant terror that had happened to her made her chest feel heavy. "I love you, Jaxon," she murmured, her voice cracking. "But the threat... it's always there. We can't move forward if we're continuously looking back. Jaxon held her hand, and she felt safe because of it. "I know what may go wrong. Yes, I do. I can't be scared of him all the time, though. We have to take a chance. We can't go on. What he said hurt her heart, yet the worry still ate away at her. They had already been through a lot. Could she really go another step into the unknown? Could they? Before she could say anything, a huge bang from outside in
Jaxon sat next to Mimi on the couch, his fingers carefully tracing the rim of his glass, deep in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about it for days. He was at this moment in time because of all that had happened to him. Mimi's eyes quickly moved to him, feeling the tension in the air, but she didn't say anything. Finally, Jaxon cleared his throat and spoke with a lot of emotion. "Mimi..." He took a moment to think about how to put the words together. She looked at him with a slight frown on her lips. "What is it?" Jaxon said softly, "I've been thinking about everything." About us. "About the future." She bit her lip and wrinkled her forehead, which made her anxiety flare. "Jaxon, I don't know if—" He turned to her and said, "Listen to me." I know things have been bad. I know you're scared. But I want you to know that I'll always be there for you, no matter what. For you and Simeon. "I'll keep you both safe, no matter what." Mimi's heart pained. She was going to say anything, b