MasukThe email arrived on a Tuesday morning, buried between two lecture reminders, and it took Asher three full readings before the words actually registered.
We regret to inform you that your placement in the Hargrove & Wells Summer Internship Program has been rescinded due to a reallocation of sponsored positions.Asher stared at the screen in the library's main hall, his stomach twisting into a cold, familiar knot. Hargrove & Wells was the single most prestigious defense firmA low, uneasy murmur rippled through the four men still standing near the counter."Hey... where have I seen you before?" one of them sneered, squinting hard at Marcus through the morning glare.Another cuffed him across the back of the head, his laugh harsh and grating in the morning stillness. "Idiot. Don't you remember? He's the one who was with Mr. Cross. Yesterday. The guy named marcus who tried to ruin everything.""Right. Marcus — that was the name Mr Cross had used for him."A third man stepped forward, blocking his path, his voice dripping with venom. "What do you want here anyway? Back to interfere again? Didn't you argue enough with Mr. Cross yesterday?"The whole group burst into mocking, cruel laughter that echoed off the empty walls.Marcus's gaze slid past them, landing squarely on Ethan.At the blood tracking slow and steady down the side of his face, dripping past his jaw onto his collar, at the way
The phone rang just as Ethan was pulling his jacket on, his car keys already cold between his fingers, one foot out the door toward a morning he had naively planned like any other.He almost let it go to voicemail. But a sharp, cold prickle of dread in the back of his neck made him swipe to answer instead."Mom?"Her voice came through shattered, wet, barely holding its human shape. "Ethan — Ethan, we're finished. It's all gone. They came this morning, they came with court papers, they said the restaurant... they said we have to close it right now or they'll—" A violent, ragged sob swallowed the rest of the sentence whole, tearing right through the speaker.Ethan’s stomach dropped straight down through the floorboards, his breath vanishing. "Slow down! Mom, slow down. Who came? What papers?""Men in suits," she choked out, her words tripping over her own tears. "City officials, they called themselves. Health code violations, zoning permits, fire safety failures... I don't understand a
The four bodyguards stood in a crooked line down the corridor, heads bowed so low their chins nearly touched their collars, none of them daring to look up at the man standing in front of them.Killian paced the length of that line once, slow, his shoes striking the tile with a rhythm too controlled to be anything but dangerous."Four of you." His voice was quiet. Quiet was worse than shouting, and every man there knew it. "Four grown men, armed, trained, paid more in a month than most people see in a year. And you couldn't hold one skinny law student in an elevator."Nobody answered. Nobody was foolish enough to try."Do you understand what happens if this reaches the police?" Killian stopped walking. "Assault. Unlawful confinement. A Cross name attached to a hospital security complaint, printed in some junior reporter's byline by morning." His jaw ticked. "I already spend enough of my life listening to lawyers explain what I can and cannot do. I
For one full second, Asher forgot how to breathe.Killian stood directly in front of the open elevator, close enough that there was nowhere left to run, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, a slow, cold, knowing smirk curling across his merciless face.Without turning his head, Killian commanded the four hulking men flanking him. "Take the other elevator. Seventh floor."The bodyguards didn't hesitate. They peeled off toward the second bank of elevators without a single word, leaving Killian entirely alone as he stepped forward into the trapped car Asher hadn't managed to escape from.The heavy doors slid shut behind him with a soft, final, damning chime.Killian reached out and pressed the button for the top floor without ever breaking eye contact, and the moment the doors sealed them in together, he moved — two slow, unhurried, predatory steps that closed the distance completely, until Asher's spine met the freezing metal wall of
The dilemma paralyzed him. He couldn’t bring himself to confront the frail, exhausted woman resting against the pillows, not when she was fighting just to stay anchored to this world. But he couldn't carry the poison of this secret alone either.With a heavy, dragging heart, Asher leaned down, pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his mother’s pale forehead, and whispered that he would step outside for a moment. Uncle Leo, sensing the unspoken turmoil raging behind the young man's eyes, quietly followed him out into the dimly lit hallway, letting the heavy door click shut behind them.They walked a few paces away from the room, the distant hum of the hospital fading into the background. Asher stared down at his shoes, his fingers trembling, before he finally forced himself to look up at the older man."Uncle Leo..." Asher started, his voice barely rising above a broken whisper. "There... there was something I actually wanted to talk to you about. Honestly, I’ve just been so worried sick a
The sterile smell of antiseptic and old paper hit Asher the moment the automated doors slid shut behind him, wrapping around him like a familiar, suffocating shroud. The hospital corridor was quiet save for the distant squeak of rubber-soled shoes and the low hum of fluorescent lights. His hands were buried deep in his jacket pockets, fingers clenched into tight fists as he walked toward Room 412, every step heavier than the last.He hadn't slept properly in days. The confrontation with Julian, the terrifying revelation about the suppressants, and the crushing weight of Killian Cross's silent war against his future had left him hollowed out. But none of that compared to the cold knot of dread twisting in his stomach now.Before he reached his mother’s door, Dr. Vance stepped out of the adjacent chart room. His grim expression made Asher’s breath catch."Asher," Dr. Vance said, stopping a few feet away. "I’m glad you’re here. We need to talk about your mother’s condition."Asher felt t







