Zoe's POVAfter Cathy's revelation at the hospital, my mind was a whirlwind of puzzle pieces that were slowly coming together, however not in the way that I expected. But nothing was ever truly as it seemed. The name that had stood out during the time of my investigation was the mercenary. Now as I looked through the history of Fuego I saw a lot more. In recent times the only time that I remembered that member of the Mafia was when I recalled the moment the hospital where Mr Callahan had asked me if I knew of Osso, the leader of Gardãna. Gardãna had been one of the major and notorious mafia organizations back in the day. Of course that was until Osso was killed by one of own men, Fuego, real name, Carlos Henendrez. In the little pictures that I could uncover of him. I understood why he was called Fuego. Fuego was the Spanish translation for fire, he had been named after his hair since it was a fiery red. The reasons why he chose to be a traitor were known but it was not hard to see

I returned my gun to my hoister and rushed to her. I pulled her sheets and used them to stop the bleeding and applied pressure. She was unconscious now and I held my fingers to her pulse. I felt nothing at first, but soon it beat against my finger. She had a slow pulse and her breathing was shallow. I slammed a fist on the alarm and, ringing, joined the others. I left her momentarily to lock the door. The shooter might come back, but unlikely. I went back to her and held the cloth longer to get her chest. I was happy that she was not spitting blood, which would have been a tell-tale sign of something worse to come. The moment ticked by like the timer of a bomb as I waited for the panic outside to subside. Then there was banging on the door, I put a free hand to my gun and turned around to see someone in a white coat standing on the other side. The doctor was there.I left her once again and unlocked the door and let them enter. This was another doctor with a nurse right at her said.

Louis' POVWe landed in Elysian Harbour half an hour later. Of course in silence we walked giving each other a wide berth. I didn't know what possessed me enough to speak to her the way I did when we were on the jet. Yet, I could have sworn that I detected a softness to her. In her gaze, in her voice as though she felt my sadness and how vulnerable it left me.There was no annoyance, not an ounce of gloat when she had accessed me with those green eyes. They had turned from a mixture of blue and green over the years to a distinct almost emerald colour. I signed, her black heels clicking in my peripheral. The morning air was cold and slightly windy in the airport we had landed. Some of her brown curls pulled free of the restraint she had put on it. She tucked them back behind her ear. The gesture reminded me of a younger Zoe. It had always been a tell tale sign that she was nervous. Did it still mean the same? Or had she changed? I found myself reminiscing the times I had tangled my fin

Zoe's POVOnce we separated we gave each other a wide berth and with the expanse of the room we were given, it was relatively easy. He took a shower while I had my head buried into my laptop. I had my back turned to him as I worked. Despite that, my traitorous brain kept pulling my thoughts to the man behind me, fresh from the shower. I had seen him naked but that was years ago when he was still a growing boy. His physique had been begrudgingly far above average even at that age, it made me wonder how he would look like now, unclad and dripping with water. I shook the thoughts away and cursed under my breathe. Fuck! A few minutes later, I caught a whiff of his cologne. Then he was out the door even quicker. I was finally alone. I got up from the table and stalked towards the door. I put my ear to it and waited. I could still hear his retreating foot steps growing fainter with each step. I pushed myself off the door once I could no longer hear it. I got back to my system and swit

Zoe's POVI bit into the steak and let the flavour sip into my tongue. "Mum, it's so good." I gasped to which she only chuckled and she pulled gently at one of my pig tails. She turned away from me but not fast enough I still saw her smile die on her lips. She began to wash the dishes. I swung my leg as I continued to revel in the deliciousness of the dish. The room was fairly in order although it smelt faintly of mould. Mum said it was the rain rotting the ceiling and that it will be alright. A cry tore through the air, slightly stunning mum but I was out of the chair and by Andrew's side in second. My baby brother writhed in his little creaky cot, his face flushed pink and tears rolling down his face. I reached out my stubby hands and carried him. The way I saw mum do whenever he was upset. He quieted down a little and something nudged my shoulder. I looked up to see it was mum smiling down at me, handing me his bottle. I took it and sat. I fed him by myself for the fourth tim