MasukAvery’s POVOn the screen, billions of dollars did not just transfer. They vanished. The numbers dropped to zero, row by row, like lights going out across a city street. The Swiss bank’s primary accounts were empty. The hidden cash that had funded hitmen, bought judges, and started corporate wars for twenty years was gone."It's done," I whispered. My hand was still resting on the cool plastic button.The heavy, warm air of the bunker felt completely still. The hum of the computer fans was the only sound left. I looked down at my palms. They were dry now, but the stains of mud and old blood were still etched into the lines of my skin. For the first time in my life, my chest didn't feel tight. The heavy weight of the Woods name—the expectations, the guilt, the shadow of my father—had burned away with the data."Avery."I turned around. Caspian was leaning against the concrete wall at the entrance of the office. He had wrapped a clean,
Avery’s POVThe silence that followed the gunshots was absolute. The static from the dead radios fizzled out into the cold, damp air, leaving only the steady, rhythmic patter of rain striking the pine needles above us."Vance," I whispered, my voice trembling as I tightened my grip on Caspian's shoulders. "Are they down?""They’re down," Vance rasped. He dropped to one knee in the mud, checking the perimeter with his weapon still raised. His silhouette was a dark, jagged shadow against the deep black of the forest. "But they aren't the only ones out here. That circle of lights we saw from the air—that was a full perimeter. We have maybe ten minutes before the secondary team realizes their comms went dark."I looked down at Caspian. His head was resting against my collarbone, his breathing shallow but clear of the rattling gasp that had terrified me in the sky. The silver jammer was still clutched tightly in his hand.I lifted my eyes
Avery’s POV The engine stopped. The silence that followed was louder than any noise.The main rotor blades slowed down instantly. They made a heavy, dragging whap-whap-whap sound in the wet air. We were not flying anymore. We were falling out of the sky. The dark canopy of the pine barrens rushed up to meet us like a solid green floor."Brace! Brace!" Vance yelled from the cockpit. He threw his arms over his face.I gripped Caspian tightly. I pulled his limp body against my chest and tucked my head down low over his shoulder. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for the impact.The trees hit us first.CRUNCH.The helicopter smashed violently through the thick pine branches. The thin metal walls of the cabin screamed as the wood tore into them. Glass from the windshield shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, raining down on us like a storm of ice. The ship spun in a wild, uncontrolled circle, throwing m
Avery’s POVThe floor of the helicopter dropped. My stomach hit my throat.The ocean rushed up to meet us. It was a vast, black wall of water in the dark. The wind screamed through the cracks in the cabin doors, spraying cold salt rain across my face.The helicopter tilted further forward, going down nose-first. The waves were less than five hundred feet away now. I could see the churning white foam on the crests of the water."Vance!" I yelled. I threw my arms over Caspian’s chest, trying to anchor both of us to the vibrating floor.Vance pulled back on the steering stick with both hands. He kicked the floor pedals hard. The muscles in his arms were shaking under his soaked jacket. The controls were completely frozen. The computer had taken total control of the ship. It wanted us dead, and it was driving us straight into the sea."I can't break the lock!" Vance roared.The red words on the primary console screen fl
Avery’s POVThe rain was a blinding wall of needles, and the wind screamed like a dying animal. My fingers screamed in agony as they locked around the wet, cold metal of the bed frame. Beneath my boots, the concrete helipad had shattered, tilting into a terrifying, jagged slope that led straight into the thousand-foot abyss of the city skyline.I was dangling over the edge, the weight of the hospital bed and the unconscious man strapped to it pulling me down inch by brutal inch."Caspian!" I gasped, the wind tearing the sound from my throat.My knuckles turned a ghostly white. The rain made the metal slick, and I could feel my grip sliding. Below me, the neon signs of the financial district blurred into a sickening vortex of light and shadow. One slip, and we would both become nothing more than a footnote in the history of the empires we had just destroyed."Avery! Hold on!" Vance’s voice cut through the roar of the helicopter rotors and
Avery’s POVChaos erupted with the force of a physical explosion, shattering the hard-won silence of the recovery suite. One second I was holding Caspian’s hand, feeling the ghost of a heartbeat; the next, his body was arching off the mattress with such violent force that the steel frame of the bed groaned under the strain."Code Blue! Code Blue in ICU four!" the head nurse screamed, her voice a jagged blade of panic.My hands were ripped away from him as the medical team swarmed the bedside like a wave of frantic ghosts. I was shoved back against the wall, my breath hitching as I watched the clear IV tubing. The very line supposed to be delivering his life-support, cloud over with a thick, milky substance that looked like liquid marble."What is that?" I shrieked, pointing at the flashing amber light on the pump. "Stop the line! It’s turning white!""The line is obstructed! The pump is failing!" a resident yelled, his fingers fumbli
Avery’s POVI don’t know how long we stayed like that—curled into each other on his couch, hearts racing, skin buzzing from too much emotion and not enough air.After I told him I might be falling in love, the room felt quieter. Still, but not heavy. Caspian didn’t move away, didn’t rush to say som
Avery’s POV I didn’t want to go.I didn’t want to see her face, sit across from her fake-smiling lips, or listen to whatever disgusting offer she was about to throw on the table. But I had no choice. Not when she held a ticking bomb over my head, ready to blow up everything I had just started to r
Avery’s POVThe soft clinking of glasses and the low hum of music filled the dimly lit bar. It was early evening, and the place wasn’t too crowded—just the way I liked it. The amber lighting wrapped around the space like a quiet embrace, but nothing could still the restlessness inside me.I wrapped
Avery's POVI thought handing Hector the divorce papers would be the end of something—the final nail in the coffin of a toxic, broken marriage.But I was wrong.He didn’t even read them. He tore them in half right in front of me. No hesitation. No emotion. Just a sharp rip that echoed in the silenc







