Xavion . “Are you sure about this, Xav?” Bryce’s eyes looked worried, and I weakly nodded. “Dammit. Of all the mafia clans, Xavion. Why the hell does it have to be the Langley and Montadamme.” Bryce continued. He stood up and walked back and forth. I am confident in my plan and committed to seeing it through. I have spent a decade preparing for this moment and am eager to see it unfold. “Who will drive the chopper?” “Me.” “Damn, man. This is a hell of a mission impossible.” He chuckled. “It won’t be if you help me, Bryce.” We seriously stared, and he smirked. “Alright, let’s do this for real. Bang!” He jokingly pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun towards me, and we both shared a laugh. We can be pretty silly sometimes. “I love this, though. It’s been a while since I haven’t been into this action. Do you need the boys? What about Reeve? Do you need him?” I paused and sighed. I’ve been meaning to ask Reeve’s help, but I’m hesitant. I couldn’t ask Linus because he is now

Quinn . "Quinn, don't worry about me. I am too old and soon will meet the judgment of the heavens." "Don't say that, Nanna. You have a long life, and you will spend a lot of time with me in the future. We will travel the world together, remember? Eat delicious foods, and live life to the fullest." My tears fell as I held my Grandmother's cold hands. At this moment, I want to call her Nanna—an Italian slang for Grandmother. Every time I call her Nanna, it reminds me that somehow she's not just my Grandmother but also my mother. I have no one. She raised me with love and took care of me. She's my life. "Quinn," in her rustic voice. She tried to smile amidst all the pain she felt. I wiped my tears and put my ear closer to her mouth. The dose might have weakened her senses even more. The nurse called me earlier because Grandma was hysterical and was looking for me. Luckily, my father wasn't home when I asked the driver to drive me there. "R-Run," in her heavy breathing. "Y-You have

Quinn's POV . 'You can tell the time by standing under the sun. When the sun is directly above your head where your shadow stands, that means it's noon time. If the sun is about forty-five degrees above the horizon in the west and your shadow appears on the other side, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. Just remember that shadow is long in the morning as the sun appears east and shortest around noon. It gets longer again once the sun sets in the west.' I smile, looking at my shadow. It's three o'clock now. I don't know if this is the right time, but what he taught me was probably right. How can I forget that? There was this one person who taught me about the complexity of Math, Chemistry, Physics and the evolution of love. . . it was Xavion. Every time I think of him, it brings many beautiful memories. It's a bitter feeling as I regret it a lot. But what else could I do? I was afraid of that time. I don't want Dominique and my father to kill him. There's no other way for us. So

Xavion . I have no choice but to deliver these items to her, including sanitary pads, snacks, and sweets she used to enjoy. I also reviewed the CCTV footage to identify the location of her injury. I thought it was terrible, as Bryce described it badly. I wonder why can't she find the medical kit around the house. I put it right where the fire extinguisher was located. "The medical kit. Did you move it last time we visited the Island hideout?" I asked Reeve in the line. The last time we installed solar lights around the Island, he was there with me. It's been a while since then. I recall Reeve injuring his finger and using the medical kit bag. "Oh, did you forget? It's inside the compartment of the helicopter seat. I took it out and forgot to put it back. Why? Are you in the hideout? At this hour? Did you hurt yourself?" "No, no, I didn't hurt myself. I was double-checking everything. No worries. Thanks, Reeve," I said and ended the call. The Island has become the hideout for the

Xavion's POV . "You may as well stay there, Xav. I'll take care of things here at the moment. The Montadamme and Langley clan are on low-key now. The search for Quinn seems focused in a different direction. I will provide you with an update shortly. My team monitors the situation closely, so there is no need to worry." "Thank you, Bryce. I will get back once the weather turns good." "Sure thing. It's going to be a big one, Xav. I am concerned about the impact of the typhoon on the island. I monitor the situation and hope the damage won't be too severe. It looks like the rain will persist for several days before the storm arrives on the island. Let's remain optimistic and prioritise your safety and Quinn." I sighed while talking to Bryce on an old 2D phone. It's the only device that will work on this island. The signal is too far for a cellular site, as we work only on the frequency line. We learnt this from our training combat abroad. "Reeve and Hendrix eagerly await your return