*************************(Etian’s POV)************************The coffee had long gone cold, but I hadn’t noticed. I stood at the window of Rowe’s safehouse, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, my eyes locked on the city below like I could spot danger creeping through the streets. Ever since Claire’s message came through—"He called me. Threatened me."—my instincts had been on edge, sharpened to a knife’s point.Rowe entered with a laptop under his arm, setting it down on the table beside a half-eaten bagel.“She’s safe for now,” he said, sliding into the chair. “Our guy from the precinct has her shadowed. Liam hasn’t made another move.”I didn’t relax. “That doesn’t mean he won’t,” I said.“He’s bold,” Rowe agreed. “But he’s also careful. He’s not going to kill her unless he has no choice. Not until he figures out how much she knows.” I turned from the window to face him.“She knows enough. That photo, the club meeting, Aliana’s statement—it’s starting to form a picture. But it’
************************(Claire’s POV)***********************I stared at the grainy photograph until it burned into my memory. Liam. Meeting with Aliana. The image wasn't perfectAt__just enough definition to recognise the slope of his jaw, the cut of his favourite suit, the way he tilted his head when he thought no one was watching.The weight in my chest was suffocating.I wanted to so bad believe that Aliana was just a pawn. A foolish, misguided woman caught in the crossfire. But this..this meeting told another story. One that twisted around my gut with a dozen implications.“What do you think they spoke about?” I asked aloud, not expecting an answer."Not sure but either he threatened her....or she knew too much and tried to strike a deal," Ethan muttered quietly as he sat beside me on the edge of the desk.Mack’s voice came from behind. “And either way, he wanted her silenced after.”I turned toward the window, my arms crossed around my body “So why now? Why go to such lengths?
*********************(Etian’s POV)************************The chaos that took place in the courthouse still echoes in my head, a muddled cacophony of shouting, slamming gavels, and the high-pitched voice of Aliana’s lawyer trying to outshout the bedlam. But what clung to me was Claire—her face frozen, pale, lips slightly parted as she clutched the burner phone.She hadn’t told me what the voice on the other end had said. Not yet.Now we sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, Daniel at the wheel, driving us out of the city and toward the private estate Mack insisted was the safest place for the time being. Claire hadn’t spoken much since the courthouse adjourned. Her fingers clutched her coarmourke armour, her eyes flitting constantly to the phone in her lap.“You gonna tell me what they said?” I asked gently, the tension coiling under my skin.She didn’t look at me. “They said I’m next.”My heart stalled for a beat. “What do you mean?”“They said I’m next if I keep digging into this.
*************************Claire’s POV*********************The courtroom was a circus.Cameras flashed. Reporters shoved microphones into the faces of anyone even remotely connected to the case. And I stood in the middle of it all, my fingers clenched tightly around the strap of her purse, heart thudding so loud she barely heard Mack's voice over the roar.“Claire,” Mack said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back. “You okay?” he asked concerned.I blinked. “I don’t know.”. I breathed as my eyes darted from the crowd to Aliana as they led her out of the courtroom.I watched as Aliana was led out of the courtroom, her face pale but composed. Tears were hiding beneath that surface, I was sure and I could tell. But there was something else now — a flicker of hope. That courtroom scene hadn’t just been a circus. It had been a crack in the wall Liam had carefully built.I felt it too.Mack squeezed my hand gently.“We need to move,” Liz muttered behind me as she glanced around nervously.
**********************Aliana's POV**************************The cold iron-called cuffs around my wrists chafed worth every step I took. Each click of my heels on the polished courtroom floor echoed like a death toll in my ears. I stood straighter, trying to ignore the dozens of eyes that pierced into me from every direction __ journalists, officers, former friends....and Liam, seated with his legal team near the front, wearing that same smug, untouchable expression.Claire was seated with Mack on the other row, their hands entangled. She looked poised and composed. Mack's sharp eyes were on me, not spiteful not sympathy but something I couldn't pinpoint.I couldn't dare to look Claire directly in the eyes. Not yet.The room felt like a furnace, though the air conditioning hummed above. My mouth was dry, my palms damp with sweat. But I kept my chin lifted as the bailiff guided me to the defendant's seat. The wooden chair creaked as I sat down. My lawyer, a lean, older man, with silve
*************************** Liam’s POV*********************The walls of my study felt too tight, even though my penthouse was massive. I tossed my whisky glass across the room. It shattered into tiny pieces across the wall, the whisky dripping like water down the beige paint.My pulse thundered in my ears.Someone betrayed me.Not just any leak__ but that video. From my office. A direct order, now sitting in Claire's inbox if my guess was right.I slammed my palms hard against my desk, rattling the silver pen holder. The pieces were slipping and fast."Sir." A feminine voice called from the doorway.I turned slowly towards the doorway. My assistant__Mara__ stood stiff, eyes avoifing the broken glass, smart woman.“What?” I barked.Mara shifted slightly in the doorway. She cleared her throat."We ran a trace on the leak. It came from within our private network. Possibly internal. Maybe someone on the cleaning staff or surveillance team. But whoever it was, they knew how to cover thei