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Moving On

Author: Missy Smith
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-22 09:46:13

-Mina-

Corey and I talked until Frankie got back. I never told him what Luciano had said. It would set Corey off. He was the brother I never had, the one dad swore I needed sometimes. Frankie walked in and smiled, both hands full of bags. “What all did you get, jeez man?” Corey laughed, walking up to him to help.

They walked back to the pantry, and Corey stopped, “Wait, where is the door?” I laughed, moving the shelf. “Holy shit. You mean to tell me it was there this whole time?” I nodded, and we walked upstairs. Once we got inside, Corey walked around checking the place out, “Whoa, these books, Mina.” He came out with a book about sculpting. “That’s what I said.” I smiled. I wish Lola were here to share the same excitement.

Then another painful bit of reality hit. I wasn’t worth the risk. Maybe that’s why so much happens to me, all the time. I sat down and watched as Frankie pulled stuff out of bags, “I got everything you could think of, honestly. And some other things, I hope th
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  • The Cost of Saving Him   Payment Received

    – Mina –By the time I stood and was running toward the door, Frankie stumbled in, Tony behind him, holding Luca. “What the fuck happened? He just walked out.” That’s when I saw the blood pouring out of his chest as Tony lay him on the couch.“Jesus Christ.” I dropped to my knees beside him. The wound was nasty, in the center of his chest, at close range. His shirt was already soaked through. I pressed both hands against it anyway. “Stay with me.”Frankie tore open the med kit. “It was a sniper. We didn’t see the glint till it was too late.” His voice was shaking, not from fear, but from rage he couldn’t place. “Same caliber as the bullet from the box.”The smell of copper filled the room. Luca’s eyes rolled, unfocused, finding me. “Told you,” he muttered. “Shut up,” I snapped. “You’re not dying in this fucking kitchen.”Tony was already on the phone, barking orders for backup and a cleaner. “No more safehouses,” he said. “Whoever hit him knew our routes.” Frankie yanked the syringe

  • The Cost of Saving Him   The Drop

    – Mina –The box was still sitting on the counter when I woke. The silver bullet glinted under the low kitchen light like it had waited all night to be remembered. Frankie stood across from it, arms folded, jaw tight. Luca leaned against the wall, phone in hand, eyes burning holes through the silence.“He’s daring us to move first,” Luca said. His voice was steady, but his fingers were not. “Then I will,” I whispered. Frankie looked at me. “You’re not going anywhere.”“Watch me.” He stepped closer, eyes flicking to the bullet. “You start a war without a plan, you’ll end up beside Corey and Spot.”“Maybe I’m fine with that.” I pushed past him, grabbed the bullet, and shoved it into my pocket. “You both play defense like it’s holy. You’re waiting for permission to breathe. I’m done waiting.”Luca’s hand clamped around my wrist. “You don’t walk out that door.” I stared at him, steady. “Then stop me.” He didn’t. He couldn’t. His hand loosened before his pride did. I slipped free and left

  • The Cost of Saving Him   A New Fire Within

    -Mina-The message glowed on the cracked screen of the phone. DIG HIM UP.Frankie didn’t ask questions. He grabbed the keys, threw a rifle in the trunk, and drove like he meant to break the road. Luca tailed us, headlights burning holes in the rain.We hit the cemetery gate and ditched the car before it stopped. The night guard shouted, then saw our faces and backed off. The ground around Corey’s plot had turned to black soup. Spot’s tin box sat crooked in the mud. A shovel leaned against the fresh wound. Someone had stuck a cigarette butt in the mound like the dead were a joke.I dropped to my knees. The mud clung coldly around my legs. Frankie dug with both hands, teeth clenched. Luca took the shovel and carved, fast, vicious, unblinking. Metal in dirt, the worst sound in the world.We hit the coffin lid. Luca pried it open with the shovel edge. Corey lay there, pale and wrong, wrapped like someone who left mid-breath. A folded envelope sat on his chest.Frankie snatched it with mud

  • The Cost of Saving Him   What Remains of Loyalty

    -Mina-The cemetery looked like a bad joke the sky was telling. Rain chewed the edges of umbrellas. Mud inhaled the shoes as if it wanted to keep us. Corey’s casket was polished and pointless. Spot’s tin box sat beside it, obscene in its neatness. People whispered like they were afraid to offend the dead. I wanted to stomp their throats until the noise stopped.Frankie stood across from me with his hands clasped hard enough to whiten his knuckles. Cleaned up and ruined at once. Luca was a statue at my left shoulder, coat collar up, rain slicking his hair flat.The priest tried to make grief sound pretty. I hated him for it. Corey set alarms on my phone labeled “Drink water, dumbass.” Danced with old ladies and called them queens. He burned on a stairwell because two rich bastards wanted to send a message.Frankie spoke hoarsely. “He was my friend. He did not run. He held the line.” He stared past me. “He loved this family. He loved that fucking dog.” A laugh broke out of me and turned

  • The Cost of Saving Him   Ashes Don't Lie

    -Mina-The morning after the rescue came with a silence I didn’t trust. It wasn’t peace, just the thin layer of calm that forms before rot sets in. Frankie brewed coffee that no one drank. Tony slept on the couch, stitched and pale. Luca hadn’t come back since the argument, and the house felt wrong without the weight of him pacing the floors.Frankie handed me a mug and watched me over the rim of his own. “You should try to rest.” I shook my head. “If I close my eyes, I’ll see it again. Marco, the knife, Tony’s face. Rest doesn’t fix that.”“Neither does walking around like you’re waiting for a bullet.” He took a step closer. His shirt still smelled faintly of gunpowder. “You don’t have to carry this one alone.”“I dragged it into existince. That makes it mine,” The words cracked in the air between us. Carrying a weight I never knew would be mine to carry. He sighed and brushed his thumb against the side of my neck where a bruise was forming. The touch made my throat tighten. “You don

  • The Cost of Saving Him   Until Dawn

    -Mina-Dark came and went in slices. The floor was cold and had a greasy smell. When light finally held, zip ties bit my wrists, and Tony sat three feet away with blood drying on his shirt. He lifted his eyes when I breathed.“Stay small,” he whispered. “Make them think you are nothing.”A door clanged. Marco crossed the room with a smile that belonged on a billboard and a knife that did not. Two men shadowed him. One had a swallow tattoo by his ear. The other wore a long scar from jaw to collarbone.“You made this easy,” Marco said. “Brave is just another word for predictable.”“Tell me why he loves you,” he said. “Tell me why he keeps bleeding for a woman who burns his house to feel warm.” I looked away, ignoring him.Marco flicked the knife against Tony’s rope. Not a cut. Just a sound. Tony did not flinch. Marco nodded to the tattooed man. The punch that followed drove breath from Tony’s lungs. He coughed, and a red mist dotted his shirt.“This is not personal,” Marco said. “Alaric

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