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The Handler

Autor: Elizabeth
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-08 14:34:47

The trail of breadcrumbs led him straight into the hills, quiet at first, then sharper, like someone was guiding him with a thread no one else could see. Cedric followed it alone, boots silent on the dry grass, gun tucked at his back, shoulder still tender from the bullet he’d taken weeks ago. The signal had blinked three times, then stopped, and he knew it was Kai. Or someone who knew Kai.

He found the farmhouse at the edge of a small valley, old stone walls cracked and covered in vines, a sin
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  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Handler

    The trail of breadcrumbs led him straight into the hills, quiet at first, then sharper, like someone was guiding him with a thread no one else could see. Cedric followed it alone, boots silent on the dry grass, gun tucked at his back, shoulder still tender from the bullet he’d taken weeks ago. The signal had blinked three times, then stopped, and he knew it was Kai. Or someone who knew Kai.He found the farmhouse at the edge of a small valley, old stone walls cracked and covered in vines, a single window glowing faint against the night. Sasha was waiting on the porch, rifle in her hands but not raised, eyes sharp and tired. She looked no older than thirty, the same hollow stare the children carried, the same way she stood like the world might try to take her again any second.“You found me,” she said, voice low and steady. “I was wondering when you’d come.”Cedric kept his distance, gun hand loose at his side. “Why are you here?”Sasha set the rifle down on the step, slow and delibera

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Healing Begins

    The converted monastery sat high in the hills of northern Italy, all stone walls and arched windows, the kind of place that smelled like centuries of silence and slow healing. Phoenix Rising. Lily had picked the name the day they drove past it, her voice soft but sure. “We’re rising from the ashes. Not hiding in them.”The first wave of children arrived on a quiet Tuesday, twelve of them, from six to sixteen, all carrying the same hollow eyes and the same careful way of standing like they expected the next order any second. Cedric watched them file off the bus, small shoulders rounded, faces blank, and the old pain twisted tight in his chest.“They look like I used to look,” he whispered, voice rough.Gianni squeezed his hand, thumb moving slow over his knuckles. “That’s why you’re the right person to help them.”The first week was nothing but chaos. Some of them were violent, fists swinging at anything that moved too fast. One boy smashed a chair against the wall and screamed until h

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The New Beginning

    Months bled into one another, and the world finally started to feel like it could breathe again. The rescues never stopped, but they stopped being raids in the dark. Now they were missions with names, with teams, with hope. Cedric stood at the center of it all, voice steady as he coordinated the deprogramming, the therapy, the new safe houses that were rising like islands in a sea of broken kids.Dozens of them. Scattered across continents, hidden in plain sight or buried in the dark. Each one a ghost wearing someone else's skin, eyes that remembered pain instead of faces. They came to the new center outside the coastal town, quiet places with blue water and wide skies, and Cedric met them one by one, hand on their shoulders, telling them the same thing over and over."You're not weapons. You're people. And people can choose different endings."It was slow. Painful. Some of them fought every single step, screaming at the light, clawing at the therapy tables. A few couldn't be saved, t

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Escape from the Outback

    The compound was burning.Flames roared through the corridors, black smoke choking the air, curling along the ceiling in oily ribbons that stung the eyes before they ever reached the lungs. Concrete cracked and rained debris like the desert itself was trying to bury the dead. Somewhere below, a fuel line caught, and the whole building shuddered, dust sifting down from the rafters like gray snow.Cedric led his sister through the chaos, her hand tight in his, too tight, like she was afraid the smoke would swallow him if she let go. The sling on his shoulder screamed with every step, a hot line of pain that pulsed in time with his heartbeat, but he didn't slow down. Couldn't. Not now.Gianni stayed glued to his other side, gun raised, eyes scanning every shadow, every doorway, every flicker of movement that might be a guard instead of a falling beam. Lily covered their rear, calm as a held breath, firing once, twice, dropping a guard who lunged out of the smoke to block the exit. The ma

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Outback Compound

    The outback compound stretched under a sky the color of old bruises, red dust swirling in lazy spirals around the watchtowers. The heat had broken with the sun, but the ground still radiated warmth through the soles of Gianni's boots, and somewhere out past the perimeter fence a dingo called once, twice, then went quiet, as if even the wildlife knew better than to linger here tonight.Gianni crouched behind a dune, binoculars pressed to his eyes, scanning every angle like he was reading a map only he could see. Three years of this, three years since Marcus had taken Elena, since the Society had become more than a rumor whispered in safehouses, and it had all come down to one stretch of corrugated steel and razor wire in the middle of nowhere."There's a blind spot near the water tower," he said low, voice rough from the desert wind. "If we can take that out, the lights go down."Cedric nodded once, shoulder still screaming under the fresh bandage. The wound was four days old, a throug

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Chase Resumes

    The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood that refused to wash out, no matter how many times the nurses changed the sheets. Sunlight slanted through the blinds in thin golden stripes, catching on the white sheets and the bandage wrapped tight around Cedric's shoulder, turning the gauze the color of old honey. His arm sat heavy in a sling, the motion of his fingers still stiff and unfamiliar, like they belonged to someone else's hand. The pain was a dull throb now, nothing like the fire it had been the night in the theater, but it lived in him anyway, a low ember that flared every time he forgot and moved too fast.He sat on the edge of the bed, boots still on, laces dragging on the floor, staring at the wall like it might give him answers it had no business having. He'd been replaying the fight for days, every bullet, every missed shot, every time Marcus had slipped through his fingers like smoke. The same thought kept looping, relentless, a groove w

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Aftermath

    The new safe house was smaller and quieter, tucked away in a sleepy suburban neighborhood where neighbors minded their own business and the streets were lined with identical lawns. It still smelled like fresh paint and tension. Gianni’s most trusted people moved through the rooms like shadows, feed

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Devil's Other Brother

    Cedric sat rigid in the back of the black SUV as it sped through Staten Island streets. The leather seats smelled like cigar smoke and old blood. Dante Falcone lounged across from him like he owned the night, legs stretched out, one arm draped casually over the seat back. His smile never reached hi

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Confrontation

    Cedric stood frozen in the middle of the study, the newspaper clipping trembling violently in his grip. Photos of his younger self lay scattered across the floor like evidence in a trial he never asked for. Falcone filled the doorway completely, blocking the only exit, his expression calm and unrea

  • The Don's Dirty Obsession    The Ghost in His Bed

    Cedric spent the next week drowning in falcone’s world. Luxury and lies wrapped around him like silk chains. He sat in on business meetings in the penthouse, silent at first, watching hard men discuss shipments of guns and drugs and payoffs that made his stomach turn. He learned the architecture of

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