“How could he do that and has hated and treated me like garbage due to that.” I ask as I throw my hands up in disbelief, and anger.All I got from Lorenzo was a sigh and I turned to look at him because why exactly was it only my mind being blown by all the things that were happening.“You do realise that your Donga is the worst father on this earth right?. The realisation and discovery of what you went through was the first thing that melted my heart that had long been rumoured to be a stone.” He said as walked up to m, kissing me in the forehead and continued.“The fact that you still think he shouldn't have done that means that you still somehow believe what he has even a shred of humanity. You're far too kind.” He said again and this time, kissed me on the lips.I raised my teary eyes to look at him because as much as I would love to deny what he said, he was right.I was still a little bit of a fool.“I'm still a fool.” I said out loud and ducked my head in shame.Every single par
As soon as I stepped out of the room, I could not even find his shadow and he literally just left less than a minute. I literally went all round the house but could not find him, and immediately knew that he really didn’t want to be found which meant that he was probably trying to protect me from something. Going back to the staircase where he had to take once he left our room. Turning to face the guard that was stationed there, I decided to ask“Where’s Lorenzo?” I asked, but he turned away from me, trying to avoid my gaze as if that would stop one. He hesitated for a little bit. “He said not to tell anyone.” He saud with his voice shaking as if he knew that he could not escape this. I stepped forward. “Cam. Where?”He looked around, then leaned in. “The generator room. With Logan.” My stomach dropped.I didn’t wait. I moved fast, boots pounding against the cold concrete, heart thudding in my chest.Why in the world was he in a place that was actually hidden? And now he was a
The photo. God, that photo. Daniel had found it tucked into an old ledger. It was aged, edges curling, creased in the middle like someone had folded it and forgotten it for years. But I knew the man in the picture. I’d know him anywhere. My father. Matteo Lewis Doralga. Broad-shouldered, smiling. He looked younger, maybe in his late twenties, but there was no mistaking the sharp nose, the confident tilt of his jaw. He had a woman on his back, arms looped around his neck, both of them laughing, eyes closed in a moment of unguarded joy. The woman was Sarah’s mother. The image hit me like a hammer to the chest. My father, and Sarah’s mother. Together. Laughing. Like they’d shared something. Like they’d been close. Intimate. And no one had ever told me. No one! Which meant there were more secrets in this war than I realized. I wasn’t just hunting a traitor anymore. I was untangling a legacy. I found Logan where I expected him: the east maintenance corridor, doing his u
My whole body stood at a standstill as I took in the sight in front of me, and for some minutes, I could not speak nor move from the shock.Just about an hour ago, Daniel had called and informed us that he had followed Logan, who had sneakily left the training ground and assured us that he was definitely going to come back with some tangible information.This tangible though was jaw dropping and bone chilling, because tell me why I am staring at my mother and a man that Lorenzo has confirmed to be his father in the same picture frame.It was shocking that there was such a relationship between them but should but be too surprising considering that my father was once his father's closest friend.The shocking thing was the fact that my mother was smiling with her hands up in the sky and was on the back of Lorenzo's father.Were they in a relationship?What in the world is this discovery.I was expecting some intel on what Donga planned to do next, not finding out that my mom may have or
Sarah’s P.O.V I hadn’t even finished saying “I Promise”, when I saw the change in his expression. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscle in his cheek ticking with every step. His fists opened and closed at his sides like he was holding back the urge to punch something or someone. The moment he took a step, I knew exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t.” I said, shutting the door behind me. He stopped mid-step, eyes snapping to mine. “Don’t what?” he asked, though the warning was already laced in his voice. “You’re going to confront him,” I said. “Aren’t you?” I asked with my arms crossed in front of me as I faced him. Lorenzo didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. I could see it in every taut line of his body, in the way his fingers hovered near the gun at his hip. He had already decided. The only thing stopping him now was me. I moved closer, standing between him and the exit. “You can’t,” I said firmly. “Sarah” He called my name and it actually sounded foreig
Lorenzo’s P.O.V I stared at the files sprawled out across the desk, the dim light casting long shadows over words I couldn’t unsee. Photos, documents, and audio transcriptions. All damning, all pointing in one direction. Logan. Logan. Someone I actually trusted. Trusted because I knew that he never was one to join a gang or group and liked to work alone. I actually thought he was fully indeoendent and that our constant business together had softened his heart to accept to exclusively work for us but he was just a spy that baited me, and waited for me to actually give the first offer to move in. And he was the one who had betrayed us. I tried to make sense of it, clinging to the thin thread of denial even as my eyes traced his signature, read his encrypted messages that contained our vital informations. A part of me still wanted to deny the proof with the reasoning that he may have just been jotting and it didn’t mean anything but I was no fool to not know that it was indeed