MasukLucas Pov I found the number buried in my phone's contacts under a name that meant nothing, just a string of initials that wouldn't draw attention if anyone ever looked. The man who answered spoke in a gravelly voice that suggested cigarettes and late nights."It's been a while," he said. "Didn't think I'd hear from you again after that last job.""I need something done. Something that requires discretion.""I'm listening."I paused, aware that once I said this out loud there would be no taking it back, no pretending I'd just been angry and talking nonsense."I need you to scare someone. Make them suffer. But I don't want them dead—I want them to live with the fear of what could happen. I want them to understand they're not safe, that their perfect little life can be destroyed at any moment.""Who's the target?"I pulled up photos on my phone, pictures I'd saved from social media and news articles over the past months as I'd watched Damian and Scarlet's life from the outside."Two ta
Lucas's POVThe bailiffs threw me out of the courthouse like I was garbage, their hands rough on my arms as they hauled me down the steps and deposited me on the sidewalk where photographers immediately swarmed with their cameras flashing and their shouted questions blending into meaningless noise.I'd lost.Again.Not just lost custody but had my visitation reduced to two hours a month, had been held in contempt of court, had screamed and raged in front of reporters who were now capturing every second of my humiliation for tomorrow's headlines.My lawyer quit before I'd even made it to my car, sending a terse text that said she could no longer represent me due to my behavior and wished me luck finding new counsel. My business partners had been calling all morning, every one of them with the same message delivered in increasingly cold tones—we need to distance ourselves from you, this association is becoming toxic, perhaps it's best if we dissolve our partnership.Everything was falli
Damian's Pov She pulled out what looked like a transcript."I'm going to share portions of my conversation with Jace so that both parties understand the basis for my decision. This recording was made with appropriate consent and in the presence of Dr. Sarah Mitchell, a licensed child psychologist."She pressed play on a small device and Jace's voice filled the room, small and nervous but clear.*"Jace, thank you for talking with me today. I know this might feel scary but you're not in any trouble. I just want to ask you some questions about your family. Is that okay?"**"Okay."**"First question—who do you want to live with?"*A pause, then: *"Mommy and Damian."**"What about your daddy Lucas? He's your biological father."**"I don't know what biological means. Is that like real?"**"It means he's the father who helped make you be born."*Another pause, longer this time. *"But Damian is my real daddy. He's the one who takes care of me. Lucas was mean. He made Mommy cry a lot. And he
Damian's Pov Eleanor's call came through while I was reading to Scarlet from a book neither of us could focus on, some thriller with a plot that kept slipping through my concentration like water."The judge wants Jace brought to court," Eleanor said without preamble, her voice tight with stress that immediately made my stomach drop. "She wants to speak with him directly."Scarlet was already sitting up as much as she could without triggering alarms, her hand reaching for the phone I was holding."What happened? Why does she need to see him?"I put the call on speaker so she could hear Eleanor explain about Savannah's testimony, about the lies she'd told under oath claiming Scarlet had been violent and unstable, about Michael's written statement painting her as manipulative and obsessive. With each word Scarlet's face got paler and I watched the monitor start showing stress responses, her heart rate climbing."I need you to bring him," Eleanor finished. "Thomas can pick him up from sc
Eleanor's Pov "Scarlet was always... fragile. Our parents put enormous pressure on her to be perfect and she couldn't handle it. She'd have these episodes where she'd lock herself in her room for days. Wouldn't eat, wouldn't speak to anyone. Our parents would have to literally force her to come out.""Did you ever fear for your safety around her?""Yes." Savannah's voice wavered slightly, perfectly calibrated to sound reluctant to admit this. "She had violent outbursts sometimes when the pressure got too much. She'd throw things, break things. Once she pushed me down the stairs when I tried to talk to her during one of her episodes. I was terrified of her when she got like that."Every word was a lie. I'd done enough research on Scarlet's childhood to know that while she'd struggled with her parents' demands, there had been no violence, no dangerous episodes. This was Savannah reframing normal teenage depression and stress into something sinister."And as an adult? Have you observed
Eleanor's POVI hadn't been inside a courtroom in over fifteen years, not since I'd legally died and left my old life behind, and walking into this family court to defend my son and his wife felt like stepping into a nightmare I'd helped create by being absent for so long.The room was smaller than I expected, nothing like the grand courtrooms you see on television. Just a modest space with wood paneling and fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly overhead, rows of benches for observers, a raised platform for the judge. Lucas sat at one table with his lawyer, a young woman in a severe black suit who looked like she'd missed several nights of sleep preparing for this. I sat alone at the other table with a stack of files Patricia Rodriguez had given me before rushing off to handle another emergency, trusting me to represent her clients because their actual clients couldn't be here.Scarlet was in the hospital at twenty-five weeks, confined to a bed she couldn't leave without risking prem
THE CUSTODY BATTLEScarletI couldn't breathe.The words Marcus Reeves had spoken kept echoing in my head: Emergency partial custody. DNA confirmation. Papers within the hour.My son. Lucas was coming for my son."Scarlet." Damian's hand was on my shoulder, grounding me. "Breathe."I sucked in air,
WE'RE MOVING TOO FASTScarlet His face was inches from mine now. Close enough to kiss. Close enough that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to, I could see the faint scar above his left eyebrow that I'd never noticed before."The point is that this is moving too fast," I whispered."We just s
SPREAD YOUR LEGSScarletThe penthouse door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the vast space.I barely had time to take in my surroundings—floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek modern furniture—before Damian's hands were on me again.He walked me backward, his mouth never leaving mine, un
TELL ME YOU DON'T WANT ME AS MUCH AS I WANT YOU ScarletMy hand was on the car door handle when I felt it—strong fingers wrapping around my wrist, firm but not painful."Scarlet."Damian's voice was rough, strained in a way I'd never heard before.He pulled, not hard, but insistent enough that I t







