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HE PULLED THE TRIGGER

Auteur: Tammy Lora
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-22 03:53:01

Nadia's POV

Nobody moved. The red recording light stayed on, small and quiet and watching, and the warehouse suddenly felt too large, too open, too empty around me. I sat in the chair with my hands restrained and my feet fixed — not tightly, but enough, enough that standing wasn't a possibility I could reach for.

I looked at Kane. He stood several steps away with his phone in hand and his expression unchanged, like this wasn't strange, like this wasn't happening. Lev moved once to adjust the ca
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  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    KANE

    Kane's POVThe private jet landed just before noon. Kane stepped onto the runway without waiting for anyone to open the door, and a line of black SUVs waited several meters away with their engines already running. Lev walked beside him holding a tablet. "The meeting starts in twenty minutes."Kane adjusted his shirt cuff. "Move it to fifteen.""I'll inform them," Lev said, without question.The convoy left the airstrip almost immediately, and the city outside the window looked nothing like home — lower buildings, less traffic, more warehouses than offices. Kane watched it pass in silence until the vehicles pulled into the compound of one of his business partners.The conference room was already occupied. Five men stood the moment he entered, greeted him respectfully, and took their seats again. Kane sat at the head of the table and the meeting began immediately, no introductions, no unnecessary conversation. Contracts were pushed across the polished surface, profit projections filled

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    A QUIET AFTERNOON

    The morning after Kane left felt longer than it should have.I wandered. Not with a destination, just moving through rooms because staying still felt worse. The new house was different from the last one — slightly smaller, slightly warmer somehow, though still far too large for the number of people actually living in it. I passed through the sitting room, looked out a window for a while, walked back through the hallway, and generally accomplished nothing useful for about an hour.Then I noticed the kitchen door was open.I almost walked past it. Then a smell reached me and I stopped completely — warm and sweet and familiar in a way that had nothing to do with expensive houses or security rotations or any of the past few weeks. It smelled like something my mother used to make on slow Sunday mornings, something that belonged to a version of life that felt very far away right now.I stood in the doorway for a moment. Inside, one of the older housekeepers was working at the counter, her h

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    ALONE AGAIN

    Nadia's POVI woke up annoyed. Not because of the hospital, not because of my arm, not because of the fact that I was living in yet another unfamiliar house. No. I was annoyed because of a stupid head pat — a stupid, ridiculous, completely unnecessary head pat.I pulled the blanket over my face immediately, as if that would somehow erase the memory. It didn't, unfortunately, because the moment I closed my eyes I remembered exactly how close he'd been standing, the way he'd looked down at me, the almost-smile, and then — *happy to be home now?*I groaned into the pillow.I threw the blanket off and sat up. Not thinking about him today. Not happening. I got dressed, brushed my hair, ignored every thought that had his name attached to it, and headed downstairs.Breakfast was already prepared, the dining room quiet and warm, sunlight streaming through the large windows. One of the maids greeted me politely, I smiled, sat down, and immediately started eating. Peace. Finally — no Kane, no L

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    TOO CLOSE

    The file remained on the desk between them, untouched. Kane looked at it once, then away, and his father took another slow sip of tea, waiting, patient, like he already knew what the answer would be.Kane leaned back slightly. "I won't be available."His father looked at him, then said calmly, "No." A pause. "No objections." Another sip. "I wasn't asking, I was informing you."The room stayed quiet. His father placed the cup down and stood slowly. "The details are inside the file, you'll read them, you'll think about them," his eyes staying steady, "and you'll make the correct decision."Kane remained seated. His father adjusted his jacket and headed toward the door, then stopped halfway without turning. "You've been distracted lately," he said, and I don't tolerate distractions." Then the door opened and closed behind him, and the office went quiet.For several seconds Kane didn't move. Then he reached forward, closed the file, and stood.The drive back felt longer than usual — dar

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    AN ASSESSMENT

    Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    AN ASSESSMENT

    Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    FINAL

    Final Nadia's POV I didn't hear everything. But I heard enough. I set the last of my supplies down slowly and watched him end the call and turn toward me with that look — the one that had shifted somewhere between the beginning of the call and the end of it. Like I had changed categories withou

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    THERE'S A PROBLEM

    Nadia's POV --- He was not a good patient. Not in the dramatic, thrashing way — Kane didn't move an inch he hadn't calculated first. But there was a stillness to him that wasn't cooperation. It was tolerance. Like he was enduring me rather than accepting help, which was a distinction I felt ever

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    MAN

    Nadia's POV --- Getting him off the ground was its own ordeal. He was heavy in the way that had nothing to do with dead weight — all of it was solid, deliberate, like even his body resisted being helped. He made it to his feet on the second attempt, one hand braced against the car, the other han

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    A STRANGER

    Nadia's POV --- "Yuck!" I muttered it under my breath, kicking a pebble off the narrow path as I walked. The shortcut through Delvin Road smelled like wet concrete and bad decisions — which was exactly why I never used it. Except tonight my brain decided to betray me. *Take the short route, Na

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