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The Snatch

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-21 19:26:10

Isla

I still remember the way the afternoon light lay across Sophie’s hair, like a careless halo as she crouched by the sandbox, concentrating on building a moat for her plastic castle. It should have been one of those ordinary moments that stitch up a life. Sand between tiny toes, a laugh that makes your lungs ache in the best way. Instead, it lodged itself under my ribs and stayed there like a stone.

We had been careful. Too careful, probably. I had picked a daycare two blocks from the market instead of the one near the hospital because the streets felt quieter, almost small-town. I told myself small-town meant safer. I told myself a lot of things.

Sophie was mid-scoop when the man in the dark coat first spoke to her. He crouched down at the edge of the sandbox, his voice soft and ridiculous, the kind of voice that belonged to a man offering candy, not talking to a child in broad daylight.

“Hey, princess. Can you help me? My puppy’s lost and I need someone brave to help find him.” H
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  • Unworthy No More    No More Hiding

    Isla’s POVThe night bled into dawn with the taste of smoke still thick in the air. The once-pristine marble floors of the Langston estate were smeared with ash, the faint smell of gasoline lingering beneath the sterile scent of antiseptic. Outside, the sky was bruised gray, and the wind carried the low wail of sirens still echoing from a distance.I sat at Sophie’s bedside, my fingers tracing the soft curls at her temple. She was finally asleep, fitful, but safe. Every now and then, her little hand would twitch, clutching the edge of her blanket as if afraid the night might come alive again. I wished I could tell her it would not. That monsters stayed gone once beaten. But Nathaniel had proven me wrong far too many times.My reflection in the window looked ghostlike, eyes swollen from tears and smoke, hair matted against my face. I looked nothing like the woman I used to be. The one who smiled politely at charity galas, who wore pearls and perfection as armor. That woman died the mom

  • Unworthy No More    Storm vs. Serpent

    Isla’s POVAlejandro decided that we should move back to his house. After all, Sophie could not sleep without seeing him. This time, I did not feel like he was being excessive when he proposed that. Running around between his home, the company and mine was taking a toll on him. So, we moved back. The night was too still. Even the wind seemed to hesitate as it passed over the Langston estate, brushing faintly against the windows before dying into silence. I sat on the edge of my bed, unable to sleep. Sophie had long drifted off, clutching her stuffed lamb, her little breaths steady and peaceful. But peace had become a fragile thing lately, something I no longer trusted.I should have felt safe here. Alexander had tightened security, tripled patrols, moved us into the guest wing with bullet-resistant glass and private guards outside. Yet, every creak of the old floorboards, every flicker of shadow made my heart stutter. Nathaniel’s name still rang in my mind like a curse.The man I had

  • Unworthy No More    The Return of the Silent Storm

    Alexander’s POVThere was a time when the name Langston was spoken in whispers. When I walked into a room, men stopped talking. Not because they feared death, but because they feared disappointment. I had taught them order, precision and the art of surviving without chaos. And for seven years, I had let that world rot in its own greed. Now I was back to clean house.The warehouse on the outskirts of the city had not changed much. It still had cracked windows, rusted shutters as well the smell of oil and damp concrete. It used to be my base but tonight, it was a graveyard of memories. Marcus met me there, accompanied by three men I had not seen since before I had walked away.One of them, Dante, looked older and thicker around the shoulders but still sharp-eyed. He used to handle my smuggling routes. “You really doing this, boss?” he asked, his voice caught between awe and disbelief. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” He let out a low whistle. “People been talking. Word’s spreading fast.

  • Unworthy No More    Debt Paid

    Alexander’s POVThe night was filled with the stench of cordite and fear. I stood beneath the flickering warehouse lights, watching as the forensics team bagged the last of the evidence. The kidnapper lay sprawled at my feet,bare chest, lifeless eyes, and blood already drying into dark, rust-colored cracks on the concrete.Marcus lingered behind me, arms folded, voice low. “You shouldn’t be here, Alex. Let the Bureau handle it.” I crouched beside the corpse, ignoring him. “The Bureau?” I almost laughed. “They’re the reason this bastard made it this far.” His jaw tightened. “You’ve already done enough. You got Sophie back. Don’t...”I peeled the edge of the man’s shirt aside. The words carved into his skin stopped him cold. DEBT PAID. Each letter gouged deep, deliberate, done by someone who wanted to make a statement. The blood around the cuts was already dry. Whoever did this did not just kill him, they wanted him found. My stomach went cold. I had seen this before. Years ago. Nathani

  • Unworthy No More    Cleaning House

    Isla's POV Sophie slept curled against me, her fingers tangled in my shirt, as if afraid I would vanish. Every time I shifted, she whimpered. I did not sleep, not really. I just lay there, watching the light crawl across the walls and pretending it was peace. When Alexander knocked softly and pushed the door open, I already knew from his expression that something had gone wrong. His tie was loose, his eyes darker than usual, too still, too calm. That same calm from the night before, the one that meant something inside him was being held together by force. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said. “You didn’t,” I answered. He glanced at Sophie and lowered his voice. “Marcus called. One of the men we took alive was found dead in holding.” I froze. “How?” His jaw flexed. “Throat cut. Message carved into his chest... ‘Debt Paid.’” The words felt like ice slipping down my spine. “Nathaniel?” Alexander nodded once. “He’s tying loose ends. By tomorrow, he’ll have vanished.” I sat up slowl

  • Unworthy No More    Shadows After Rain

    Alexander LangstonThe city moved on as if nothing had happened. Cars still honked, subways still shrieked through tunnels, and the morning paper still carried the same bland headlines that pretended to matter. But underneath that pulse, I could feel it, an unease, faint but spreading. The kind that comes when someone with power decides to stop forgiving. Isla had not said much after I told her what Marcus learned, that one of the kidnappers, bleeding out and desperate, had confessed Nathaniel Blake’s name. Her eyes had gone hollow in a way that unsettled me. She was not crying. She was breaking quietly, trying to rearrange the ruins of what she thought she had known about the man she once loved. I had seen that look before, in war zones, in boardrooms after betrayals, but it was different on her. It hurt to look at. Sophie clung to her leg for most of the day, then to me when I stopped by that evening. She had not wanted to let go. “You’ll stay, right, Daddy Alexander?” she had whi

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