Carlos thought about it once more, and still said "No, Maya. It’s too dangerous.” Maya shook her head. “I don’t care! As long as Star’s in there, I’m going with you. I’d rather die trying than sit here hoping.” Carlos turned his face away, jaw clenching. “You don’t understand what that place is.” “Then explain it to me!” she snapped. “You think I’m scared of hell? I’ve lived in it. My sister’s still trapped in it.” Carlos sighed, frustrated. “Look, if I can’t identify Lady B, it’ll still work. You describe her, I’ll....” “She wore heavy makeup,” Maya cut in. “Too much. Underneath, I don’t know how to describe what she really looks like unless I see her.” Carlos looked at her, then slowly reached into his pocket. “You really want to know the plan?” She nodded, eyes fierce. He held up a ring. Heavy. Gold. Engraved with the Vargas family crest. Maya blinked. “What is that?” Carlos smirked. “Power. It’s the boss’s ring. As long as it’s on my finger, no one questions me
Carlos reached into his pocket and discreetly pressed the small device hidden inside. The CCTV feed in his father’s office blinked out. He glanced at the corner camera—it was dead. Perfect.His father hadn’t noticed.Carlos stepped forward, arms open. “I’m back, Dad. Won't you hug me?”The old man scoffed and moved slowly, arms out. “I knew you’d come around. The arm always bends inward, son.”They hugged—but the moment his father’s chest met his, Carlos drove a sharp, precise blow to the back of his neck.The man dropped like a stone.Carlos caught him mid-fall, lowering him carefully into his leather chair. His pulse was steady—he was out cold.No time to waste.Carlos locked the office door, then slipped his hand into his father’s suit pocket and pulled out his phone. Still locked. Without hesitation, he lifted his father’s limp hand and pressed the thumb to the sensor.Click.Unlocked.He connected both phones via a slim device, rapidly initiating the data transfer. SK Institute f
Carlos’s hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove. Maya sat silently beside him, the hum of the engine masking the storm inside his head. And then the flashbacks came hard and fast. Three children. Small, scared. No older than four. Their clothes were torn, cheeks streaked with tears and dirt. They clutched each other, whimpering for their mother. Nico stood stiffly to one side. His father stood on the other, cold and expectant. Carlos felt the weight of the gun as it was shoved into his hands. “Do it,” his father ordered. “This is your rite of passage.” Carlos’s heart thudded. “They’re just kids.” His father didn’t blink. “Their family betrayed us. You let them live, they’ll grow up and slit your throat. Even Nico did it. Are you weaker than him?” Carlos stared at the children—wide eyes, trembling lips. He aimed. He couldn’t. With a guttural growl, he flung the gun to the ground and stormed out. The door slammed behind him. Gunshots cracked the si
Maya was confused. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Carlos seemed like a good man. He had been kind, gentle, and nothing like the monsters she'd encountered before. But she didn’t fully trust him. How could she? Why would he risk so much for a girl he barely knew? He had said he had been willing to let her go if her uncle had come for her. That, she could understand. Maybe he hated SK Institute as much as she did. Maybe he stood against everything they represented. But risking his life—for her? For Star? It made no sense. And yet, that very confusion frightened her. Because in a world full of predators, kindness felt dangerous too. She couldn’t stop the question echoing in her mind—Why was Carlos risking his life for them? He wasn’t family. He owed them nothing. And yet, here he was. She sat quietly, thoughts spinning, until Carlos finally broke the silence. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked, his voice calm. Maya hesitated before answering. “I don’t want yo
Maya froze. Her fingers slackened in Carlos' hold. She blinked, once, twice, her lashes fluttering like she hadn’t heard him right. “What… what are you talking about?” Carlos didn’t respond. He simply reached beside him and pulled the bedsheet over her body, wrapping her in it gently, like shielding something fragile. Then he turned away from her, and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to her. Maya’s heart thundered in her chest. She couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick with dread as she thought. 'He knows about Star. It means he knows about everything as well.' Tears welled in her eyes, and she got off the bed, dragging the sheet with her. She crawled to the ground and knelt at his feet, her hands trembling as they held his. “I can explain,” she whispered desperately. Carlos turned toward her slowly. His eyes softened the second he saw her face—tear-streaked, terrified. He reached for her wordlessly, lifting her from the floor and guiding her back to sit on the be
Maya cried silently in the bathroom, her face buried in her palms. Everything was spinning in her mind—what she had done, what she had lost, and what still hung in the balance. But after a while, she told herself it wasn’t the time to cry. She couldn’t risk Star’s life. Her uncle was dead because of her. Her aunt was unconscious..... maybe hospitalized by now. And Star… Star was the only thing she had left. If she didn’t do exactly what was expected of her, she knew her sister would be harmed. She wiped her eyes, stood up shakily, and left the bathroom. With trembling hands, she erased the call history from the phone and placed it back carefully on the bed. Then she turned and went back into the bathroom. She scrubbed her body until her skin felt raw, and brushed her teeth again. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself tightly in a white robe and sat down on the bed, waiting. Carlos’ reaction earlier still played out in her mind. When she had tried to do what she tho