Williams' POVI stared at the little girl sitting on the edge of the couch, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed bear that looked as depressed as she did. Her big, teary eyes were red from crying, and every attempt I made to cheer her up had failed miserably. Iโd tried everythingโcartoons, toys, even a whole tray of cookies. But nothing could replace Allison in her tiny world."Mary, maybe you can try?" I asked, my voice edged with desperation as I glanced at my maid. Mary was kind and experienced, practically a child-whisperer. If anyone could reach this little girl, it would be her.Mary knelt beside the child and gently stroked her hair. "Hey there, sweetie," she cooed softly. "Do you want to play with your bear? Or maybe we can draw something pretty?"The girl didnโt respond. She didnโt even look up, her gaze fixed on the floor as if it held the answers to all her problems. I could see the concern in Maryโs eyes as she shot me a helpless look.โSheโs just missing Allison,โ I muttere
Allison's POV.I pulled my hoodie down further, the cold wind biting at my cheeks as I walked briskly down the sidewalk. The city was alive with noiseโthe hum of traffic, the distant chatter of people, the occasional horn blaring from impatient drivers. I kept my head down, focusing on the cracked pavement beneath my boots. Just another day blending in, hiding in plain sight. That was the life I had chosen, or rather, the life that had been forced upon me.But then, through the thick fabric of my hoodie, I felt it. That inexplicable sense of being watched. It wasnโt just paranoiaโI knew this feeling too well. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, but something made me glance up, just for a split second.And thatโs when I saw him. Williams. His piercing gaze locked onto mine through the tinted window of the sleek black car gliding past. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it. I yanked my hoodie lower, picking up my pace, pretending I hadnโt seen him, that it wasnโt me he had just recog
Allisonโs POVโAllison!โ Williams grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. โWhatโs going on? Why are you running?โI jerked my arm free, glaring at him. โYou need to leave, now.โโIf theyโve seen you, theyโve seen me,โ he shot back, his voice firm. โIโm not going anywhere.โI could see the boldness in his eyes, the way his jaw was set. He wasnโt going to back down. Before I could argue, the unmistakable sound of gunshots rang out, echoing through the streets. Screams erupted from the crowd as people scattered in every direction, panicked and desperate to escape.โTheyโve already started shooting,โ I hissed, pulling him into a nearby doorway as the crowd surged around us. I peeked out, spotting Viktorโs men weaving through the chaos, guns drawn, their eyes scanning for any sign of us.โWe need to move,โ I said, my mind racing. I couldnโt let them find usโnot with Williams here. If anything happened to him, it would be on me.Williams nodded, but there was a determined glint in h
Allison's POV.We stayed silent for a while, the sound of our breathing mingling with the distant footsteps of Viktor's men outside. The tension was thick, a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. My mind raced, calculating our options. This storage room was a temporary sanctuary, but it wouldnโt hold for long if they decided to sweep the area.Williams leaned against the wall opposite me, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a question there, something he was holding back. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out what exactly heโd gotten himself into. But instead of asking, he simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment that he was ready for whatever came next.A sudden crash outside made both of us flinch. I pressed my ear to the door, straining to hear. The voices were louder now, closer. My pulse quickened. We needed a plan, and fast.โLook,โ I whispered, turning back to Williams, โtheyโre closing in. We need to create a diversion, something to throw the
Williams' POVAs I walked back through the city streets, the adrenaline from our narrow escape still pulsing through my veins, I couldnโt shake the image of Allisonโs faceโdetermined, fierce, and yet, beneath it all, vulnerable. I had seen that look before, in those brief moments when her guard slipped, and it twisted something deep inside me. I hated that I had to leave her like that, alone in the middle of a war zone, but what choice did I have? She insisted, and I knew better than to argue when she was in that state.But damn it, it felt wrong. Every step away from her felt like a betrayal.Jonathan was waiting by the car, his expression impassive as always, but I could tell heโd been tense. Heโd seen the gunfire, heard the commotion. โIs everything alright, sir?โ he asked as I approached.โNo, Jonathan, everything is far from alright,โ I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. I yanked open the car door and slid into the back seat, trying to calm the storm in my head. โDrive.โ
Allison's POVThe door to my hideout clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the empty space. My breath came in sharp, painful bursts as I stumbled towards the old, worn couch. The wound in my side throbbed with each step, the adrenaline that had kept me going finally wearing off. I pressed my hand against it, feeling the warm, sticky blood seeping through my fingers. "Dammit," I muttered, my vision blurring as I sat down heavily on the couch. I grabbed the first aid kit I kept stashed nearby and tore it open with shaking hands. The pain was excruciating, but I welcomed itโit kept me focused, kept me grounded. I winced as I cleaned the wound, biting down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. The stab wound wasn't deep, but it was enough to slow me down, enough to remind me of just how close Viktor's men had come to finishing me off. But I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.Just as I finished wrapping the bandage around my waist, the door burst open. Viktoh stormed in, his
Allison's POV.When I finally stirred, the cold floor beneath me was the first thing I noticed. My body ached from the uncomfortable position, and for a moment, I couldnโt remember where I was. My vision was hazy, and in came light, and I squinted, trying to make sense of the world around me. It was dawn.Someone was moving in the backgroundโfaint, careful footsteps that drew closer until they stopped right beside me. Panic flared in my chest, but before I could react, they sat down, their presence both familiar and comforting.I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my mind. Slowly, the room came into focus, and so did the person beside me. My heart skipped a beat when I finally saw himโEdward Blackwood."Allison," he said softly, his voice rich and smooth, like the calmness after a storm. The sound of it hit me like a wave, crashing over the walls Iโd built around myself. Before I knew it, I was reaching for him, wrapping my arms around him as if my life depended on it."Edw
Williams POV.I stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, watching the city below as it buzzed with life. But my thoughts werenโt on the people scurrying like ants or the usual hum of the city. My mind was focused on one thing: Viktor Romanov and his filthy empire.This wasnโt just business for meโit was personal. Everything I had planned over the past few days had been for Allisonโs sake. She didnโt know yet, but I had made sure Viktor Romanov and his men would feel the weight of my wrath. Money, power, and influenceโI was willing to use every bit of it to bring that bastard down."Sir, theyโve made the arrests," Jonathan, my P.A., said as he walked into the room. His voice was steady, but there was a slight hint of excitement. He knew the gravity of what had just been accomplished."Good," I said, my voice cold and flat. I didnโt turn to face him just yet. Instead, I let the satisfaction of hearing those words settle in. "How many?"โSix were arrested,โ
Allison's POV.Two months had passed since that nightmare, and Jessica was finally where she belonged: back in prison. Turns out, she had escaped with the help of her five-star general brother, James. But justice had a way of catching up to people like her. She was given more life sentences, no chance of parole this time, and James? Stripped of his rank, kicked out of the military, and sentenced to 15 years behind bars. The news was the most satisfying thing Iโd heard in a long time.And Viktor Romanov? He couldnโt take the heat. The torture got to him. Heโd ended his own life rather than face more of what was coming to him. It was hard to feel anything for him, knowing what heโd done to me, but at least that chapter was closed.I was still healing, but at least I was on my feet again. Viktoh had given me a six-month leave, after everything Iโd suffered, and I wasnโt about to argue. I needed the time away. Time to breathe, to heal, to focus on what truly mattered.And today, it was ti
Allison's POV.My chest tightened, but I forced myself to sit up straighter. She shouldnโt be here. "Youโre supposed to be in prison," I said, my voice steady despite the flood of memoriesโmemories of how she had turned my life upside down, destroyed everything I had with Williams, and left me broken in more ways than one.Jessicaโs smile only widened, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I got out." Her tone was casual, like she was discussing the weather. She stepped closer, and I could feel the venom between us. This womanโฆ she had ruined everything. She had turned Williams against me, manipulated him, and made sure I lost our baby that night when I ran through the rain, heartbroken. That accident had ripped my world apart, and Jessicaโs hands were all over it.And even after I came back, stronger and more dangerous than before, Jessica hadnโt stopped. She had tried to kill me more times than I could count. The desperation in her had reached insane levels, trying to trap Williams with
Allisonโs POVThe steady beeping of the machines was the only sound filling the room, but I couldnโt focus on it. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, making the sterile hospital walls seem even colder. My body ached in ways I hadnโt known were possible, but I was alive. I was here.The door creaked open softly, and I turned my head. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw himโWilliams, standing in the doorway, looking at me with an expression I couldnโt quite place. Was it relief? Concern?He stepped inside, his movements tentative, like he wasnโt sure if he should be here. His gaze swept over me, taking in the IVs, the bruises, the bandages. I could tell he was trying to hold it together, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.โWilliams,โ I whispered, my voice was shaky and low. I watched as he came closer, his eyes scanning my face. There was something in his expression I hadn't seen beforeโa softness, a vulnerability. When he reached my bedside, I
Jessica's POV.โJessica?โI smirked as his voice rang through the office, laced with confusion. He hadnโt expected this. He hadnโt expected me. I slowly pulled back the hood of my jacket, revealing my face. His eyes widened, disbelief washing over his usually composed expression."Surprised to see me?" I asked, my voice light, teasing. I watched him carefully, savoring every second of his stunned reaction. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing at first, his sharp gaze piercing into me like daggers."I was released last week." I gave him a coy smile, stepping further into the office, the click of my heels sounding in the silence. His office was just as I remembered itโcold, impersonal, like the man who sat behind the desk. But I wasnโt here for the decor.Williamsโs face remained hardened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyesโanger, or maybe it was disgust. Either way, I had expected it.โWhat do you want, Jessica?โ His voice was firm, devoid of any warmth or welcome.
Allison's POV.I blinked against the sterile light filtering in through the window, the room coming into focus in slow, painful waves. My body ached, every inch of me reminding me of what I had been through. But the confusion in my mind was worse. I didnโt know where I was, or how I had gotten here. The hospital.The smell of antiseptic, the steady beeping of machinesโit was unmistakable. I was in a hospital bed, covered in bandages, weak and barely able to move. I tried to piece together how Iโd ended up here. The last thing I remembered was Viktor, his cold, merciless eyes glaring down at me as his men... My stomach twisted at the memory. The torture, the pain. It was all too vivid, too raw.How did I survive?I shifted slightly, wincing as the pain flared across my ribs. Thatโs when I noticed Mia, fast asleep in the chair beside me, her head resting awkwardly on the armrest. She looked exhausted, her hair messy, dark circles under her eyes. โMia?โ My voice came out hoarse, barely
Williams POV.The world outside the ambulance blurred as we sped toward the hospital. My heart was pounding, faster than it ever had before. Mia sat across from me, her eyes wide and focused on Allisonโs frail form, but all I could do was hold her hand, feeling the warmth slowly fade from her skin.โAllison, hold on,โ I whispered, more to myself than to her. Her chest barely moved, her breaths shallow and ragged. I gripped her hand tighter, my throat burning. I was losing her.Miaโs voice cut through the suffocating silence, soft but steady. โSheโs strong, Williams. Sheโll pull through.โI didnโt answer. The weight of everything bore down on me like a heavy stone pressing against my chest. Her bruised face was a reminder of what they had done. Of what I couldnโt protect her from. Every bump in the road felt like a countdown.As we reached the hospital, paramedics rushed to pull her stretcher out, shouting medical jargon I couldnโt understand. My legs felt weak as I at my side, but my
Williams POV.The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. The gunfire was deafening, bullets ricocheting off the metal walls of the factory. I could barely hear Viktoh shouting orders to the team, but my eyes were locked on one thing. Her.Allison.She was barely seen through the smoke and chaos, slumped in a chair in the middle of the room, her body bound and battered. Blood stained her clothes, her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. It was as if someone had taken all the light out of her. My heart stopped.Viktor Romanov and his men were hunkered down, exchanging fire with Edward and the rest of the team. Edward was pushing forward with calculated aggression, taking out one of Viktorโs men before he had a chance to reload. Viktoh's men moved in, flanking the room, trapping Viktorโs crew.โTake them down!โ Viktoh shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.Romanovโs eyes flicked to me for just a second, a twisted smile playing on his lips. He knew what he had don
Williams POV.Five days. Five long, agonizing days since Allison disappeared. And now, I was standing in warehouse next to the one man I despised more than anythingโEdward Blackwood. The fact that I even agreed to work with him felt like a betrayal of my own pride, but this was about Allison, not me. I reminded myself of that, over and over.Allison.She was out there, somewhere, in Viktor Romanovโs hands. And if anyone could survive what that monster was capable of, it was her. She was a fighter. I knew it. But as each day passed, doubt began to creep into my mind.I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye. His jaw was clenched so tight, I could see the muscles twitching in his face. The man was a damn brute, always had been. But there was no denying he was useful in moments like these. He didnโt just sit back and wait for things to fall into place like most people. He took action, even if that action was reckless.Right now, we needed that recklessness."Tell me what you know,
Allison's POV.The pain had no beginning or end. It was everywhere, all at once. I couldnโt tell if my heart was racing or if it had stopped altogether, but I felt the rhythm of agony pulsing through every nerve in my body. My wrists were raw from the ropes that bound me, and I could feel blood pooling beneath me where the chair had already cut into my skin. I barely registered the cold, metallic floor beneath me anymore; all I could feel was the endless, burning pain.Viktorโs shadow was over me, the twisted grin on his face searing itself into my memory. He wasnโt done. I knew it. He was just getting started. Every time I thought I couldnโt take more, he found a new way to make me suffer."Bring her back," he commanded, his voice sharp and cruel. He gestured to one of his men with a flick of his wrist. "I want to hear her scream."A ragged breath left my lips, a pitiful sound I hated myself for making. I tried to prepare myself, tried to push the pain away, but when I saw what the m