LOGIN꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂It was around 11 am when I rushed through the hospital doors, already late and not even trying to pretend otherwise. My steps were fast, almost a jog, my bag hanging loosely on my shoulder as I tried to move past people without bumping into anyone. The place was already busy, nurses moving around, patients waiting, the usual noise filling the space, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of that. My mind was already on how much time I had lost and how Sheila was definitely going to start running her mouth the moment she saw me. I could already picture her expression, the way she would look at me from head to toe before asking questions I didn’t feel like answering.I pushed through the entrance, barely slowing down, my eyes fixed ahead as I tried to get to the residency area before anyone stopped me, but just as I was about to pass through the door, I collided with someone.Hard enough to make me pause.“Shit—” I muttered under my breath, stepping back immediately. “I am s
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The moment he gave out a name, I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t ask twice or waste time thinking, I just gave a slight nod and my men moved immediately.Calls were made, instructions passed, locations traced, everything falling into place fast like it had been waiting for this moment. I turned back to him and the bastard looked worse now, like saying the name had drained whatever strength he had left, his head hanging, his chest rising unevenly, his whole body shaking like he knew exactly what was coming next.“Good,” I said simply.One of my men stepped closer and gave me the update quietly. I listened, my face still, but something cold settled deeper when I heard it. Kagemoto Kazama’s right hand. His secretary. I let out a small breath, almost like a laugh but without any humor.Of course.I looked back at him, tilting my head slightly. “Well… look at that.” He didn’t respond, couldn’t even lift his head properly, and I gave a slow sarcastic clap, not loud, just enough
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The person who saved us at the port was Jacques’ son, and if not for him, that place would have turned into a graveyard. We were already cornered, already bleeding men, already seconds away from everything going to shit completely, but he came in at the right time and flipped it. With his help, we didn’t just survive, we found the problem.A fucking mole. Someone inside my circle feeding information out like a rat thinking it was clever enough to play both sides.Now I was here, walking into the warehouse where we kept him.My steps were slow, steady, no rush, because I already knew how this was going to end. The moment I stepped in, the smell hit first, blood, sweat, fear, all mixed together, thick enough to sit at the back of your throat. My men were already inside, standing around him, waiting, not touching him anymore because they knew better than to start without me.Good.He was tied to a chair, head hanging low, body barely holding itself up. Bruises everywher
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂It was still dark when the sound of a phone ringing pulled me out of sleep, not fully, just enough for me to register that something was happening. My body felt heavy, tired in that slow, lingering way that made it hard to move, and I didn’t bother opening my eyes immediately, just shifted slightly on the bed, trying to get comfortable again.Beside me, I felt Frank move.The mattress dipped slightly as he reached for his phone, and I could hear the faint rustle of sheets as he sat up. I stayed still, not saying anything, not even opening my eyes yet, just listening.“Yeah,” he said, his voice low, rough from sleep.There was a pause from the other end of the line.I frowned slightly, my brows pulling together just a little as I listened more carefully, my mind still foggy but slowly catching up. The silence on his end stretched a bit, like whoever was on the other side was talking more than he was, and that alone made something in me stay awake a little longer instead of
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂It was the sound of Laura's voice that woke me up.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered, the drive, Tim behind the wheel, the speed, his voice tight and strained saying something about the brakes, then the impact, then nothing.I pushed myself up slowly, wincing slightly as a dull ache ran through my body, but I ignored it because Laura’s voice was still there, louder now, angrier, echoing from the living room like something had gone terribly wrong.“What do you mean you failed!”I frowned slightly, swinging my legs off the bed as I stood up, steadying myself for a second before walking out of the room. Each step felt a little heavier than usual, my body was still not fully recovered, but the tone of her voice made it hard to stay still, and made something in my chest tighten in a way I didn’t understand yet. I stepped into the living room and stopped.She was standing there, phone pressed to her ear, a
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was how unfamiliar the ceiling looked, and for a second I just lay there, staring at it, trying to make sense of where I was and how I got there because the last thing I remembered was smoke, the smell of gas, hands trying to pull me out, and then nothing. My head throbbed almost immediately after that realization settled in, a dull, heavy pain that made me wince as I shifted slightly on the bed, my body feeling sore in ways I didn’t want to think about yet.I pushed myself up slowly, my movements careful because every little shift seemed to pull at something, and I let out a small breath as I sat there for a moment, trying to steady myself before looking around properly. The room was quiet, too quiet, and it didn’t take long for me to recognize where I was.Frank’s hotel room.Oh I was definitely going to get an ear sore from him.I swung my legs off the bed, pausing for a second when the floor felt colder than expected, my
𝓣𝓲𝓶I didn’t understand what I had done at first.The gun was still in my hand, and my arm was still raised in front of me. My finger was stiff on the trigger, and the world around me felt strangely quiet. Not peaceful quiet, but the kind of quiet that comes after something breaks and everyone i
𝓣𝓲𝓶I was lying down in the hospital bed when Eric came in.The door opened quietly, and I didn’t even need to look to know it was him. His footsteps were too familiar and too careful, he always walked like he was afraid of disturbing something fragile.I turned my head slowly.Eric stood there
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂By the time I got back into my car, the decision had already settled in my body, not in my head but somewhere lower, deeper, like a weight pressing against bone. I didn’t sit there and argue with myself. I didn’t list pros and cons or pretend there was a smarter way to handle this
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The man holding the knife was shaking.Not from the cold. From fear and excitement mixed together, the kind of trembling that comes when someone suddenly believes they are in control of something important. His eyes were too bright, his smile crooked and wild. He looked like a dog







