تسجيل الدخولCOLTON The SUV hit a pothole, and the resulting jolt sent a spike of agony straight up my spine that was so intense my vision whited out for a second. I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, refusing to make a sound. Beside me, Vinnie was checking the load on a sawed-off shotgun, his movements casual, practised. The other three men in the car were silent statues of impending violence. This was their Tuesday night. For me, it was the end of the world. I gripped the handgun tighter, the textured grip biting into my palm. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t a mercenary. I was a man who moved billions across borders with a phone call, who destroyed competitors in boardrooms with a signature. But none of that mattered now. My net worth couldn't buy my way into that house up on the hill. My influence couldn't shield Ava from whatever twisted game Nathan was playing. Tonight, the only currency that mattered was lead and blood. "Two minutes out," the driv
COLTONThe phone didn’t just feel heavy in my hand; it felt like a grenade that had just pulled its own pin.She’s at his house right now.Agnes’s words echoed in the sterile silence of the hotel suite, bouncing off the high-end furniture and the panoramic window overlooking a city that suddenly felt like a prison."Did she say anything else, Agnes?" My voice was a shard of glass, barely recognizable even to myself. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning bone-white as I forced my legs—my damn, useless legs—to hold me upright. The pain in my spine flared, a hot wire sparking against my nerves, but it was nothing compared to the acid rising in my throat."She... she just said she had to do it, sir," Agnes whispered, her voice trembling. "To save you. She left her phone here. She went alone."Alone. With Nathan. The man who had already proven he had no soul, no line he wouldn't cross. The man who had orchestrated the death of my own team just to get to me. And now he had Av
COLTON The hospital walls felt like a damn prison. White. Empty. Soulless.I sat there, half upright on the bed, staring at nothing but that same bland wall in front of me. The same heartbeat monitor beeping in my ear, reminding me I was still breathing when I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.Three days. That’s what the doctor said I’d been out. Three fucking days gone from the world, and when I woke up, everything I cared about was either dead, gone, or taken from me.I rubbed my face, trying to push away the pounding in my skull. My legs still felt numb. Still dead. The doctor had said it wasn’t permanent, but damn, it didn’t feel temporary either. It felt final. Heavy.Then there were the charges.Attempted murder.Darius Jones. Emil Jackson. Mira Hants.The words wouldn’t stop replaying in my head. Attempted murder. Like some sick echo that refused to die.I looked toward the window. The city lights blinked in the distance, blurred through the fogged glass. I wondered how Ava was doin
AVA The car smelled faintly of cheap cologne and leather—an anonymous scent Nathan always seemed to pick, like everything he did was designed to be forgettable and menacing at once. I pressed my palm flat against the cool glass and watched the city blur into a smear of lights, then pavement, then the careful geometry of suburbs slipping away.Molly had handed me the little necklace that morning like a sacrament: a delicate gold pendant that sat light against my throat. Hidden inside was everything we needed—tiny, silent, smart. She’d also shoved a pair of dark sunglasses into my bag with a conspiratorial wink, telling me to wear them so Nathan would think the necklace was all I’d brought. It felt obscene to hide truth inside jewelry, but it felt more obscene to sit idle while Colton rotted under someone’s lie.The car threaded through traffic, then pushed beyond the city limits. Buildings thinned, streetlights grew distant, and the road opened into the slow rise of hills. The asphalt
AVA My breath hitched. Expose his murder? The words echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake off.I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, my voice trembling. “Nathan, what are you talking about? What murder? Colton didn’t—”Nathan’s low chuckle sent chills crawling down my spine. “Oh, sweetheart, you really don’t know, do you?” he taunted. “Your dear boyfriend was found in a car wreck with three dead bodies. His men. His precious team. And now, the police think he killed them.”I froze, my pulse thundering in my ears.“No,” I whispered. “He would never—”“Save your breath,” Nathan interrupted. “You know I’m right. I can make it all disappear, Ava. The charges, the whispers, the ruin of his empire. I can clear his name… if you come back to me.”“Why are you doing this?” I choked out, my voice breaking. “You’ve already destroyed enough—”“Because you belong to me,” he said, his voice dropping into a growl. “You always did. Colton took what was mine, and now I’m taking him do
AVA The afternoon sun shimmered over the surface of the pool, scattering little diamonds of light that danced across Molly’s face as she floated lazily on her back. Her laughter echoed softly, but it barely reached me. My thoughts were somewhere else—thousands of miles away—with Colton.Three days.Three damn days since I sent him that message.Three days of silence.I shifted on the lounge chair, my fingers tracing aimless circles on my phone screen. The message was still there—seen, but unanswered. A knot twisted in my stomach, heavy and cold.“Earth to Ava,” Molly’s voice called, snapping me from the swirl of worry. I blinked, turning toward her. She was paddling closer, her hair slicked back and her face glowing from the water.“You’re still worried about Colton, aren’t you?” she asked, resting her arms on the pool’s edge.I sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s not like him, Molly. Okay, maybe he’s been quiet before when he’s busy, but this—” I gestured at my pho







