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INTERMISSION

Author: Tiana Edwin
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-27 20:37:36

The crisp night air embraced me as I sat perched on the rooftop of the mansion, overlooking the sprawling estate of the Matrix family. The stars above twinkled with an indifferent brilliance, as if mocking the chaos I was about to unleash. My heart raced with anticipation and dread. Tonight, everything would change. Scarface was poised to take over the Matrix empire, and with their fall, my revenge would be complete.

I clutched the edge of the cold railing, staring out into the endless void of night. Memories of my parents’ brutal murder at the hands of the Hernandez family flickered in my mind like shadows—painful and persistent. Revenge was all I’d lived for, and now, on the brink of victory, doubt crept into my heart.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

The familiar voice startled me. I turned to find Lorenzo stepping onto the rooftop, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tense muscles in his forearms. His tall frame was bathed in the soft silve
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    I sat in the silence of my room, surrounded by dim light and cold air, staring at the walls like they’d hand me answers.Jacqueline’s voice kept replaying in my head — the weight of her grief, the rage behind her certainty that my bloodline destroyed hers.I had to know. I needed to know.Not just for her.For me.My fingers hovered over my phone for a moment before I scrolled through and tapped Haze’s contact. He picked up on the second ring.“Lorenzo,” he said, cautious.“I need every detail you have on Scarface. From the beginning.”He didn’t ask why.There was a pause, a breath, and then he said, "okay, boss” Three days later, we stood on cracked concrete outside a warehouse in Petropavlovsk, Russia — its rusted metal frame groaning beneath the wind like it had something to confess.“This is it, Lorenzo.” Haze said, pulling up the collar of his coat. “Christian and his brother, Alonso, spent most of their childhood here. I only found this place because I intercepted a transmissi

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  • The Heartless Lover    The Weight Of The Past

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  • The Heartless Lover    The Return of Haze

    The following dayThe door creaked opened, I didn't bother to look at who it was, I fixed my gaze outside the window. it was probably Lorenzo or one of his men and I didn't want to deal with them. my mind was racing, I wonder what Alonso was planning, I could think of how panicked Sophie would be since she hadn't heard from me in days and mostly I wondered how Théo was doing."Jacqueline" a familiar voice I hadn't heard in years called out in a soft tone, cutting me from my thoughts.I turned slowly toward the door, and for a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But there he was, standing at the entrance of the room like a shadow from the past.Haze.The moment I saw him, a whirlwind of emotions hit me all at once: shock, relief, confusion. I hadn’t heard from him since the fallout. No one had. And now, after everything, here he was.“Haze…” My voice faltered, and I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”He stood there, his expression unreadable. "I came to finally see you, Jacq

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