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Disoriented Sight

Ashley's POV The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t supposed to be awake. Darkness pressed against me like a heavy cloak. My head throbbed, and panic clawed at my chest. I couldn’t see anything because my vision was stopped by the rough, suffocating bag over my head. I tried to move my hands, only to find them bound tightly behind me, my wrists raw and aching from the cords biting into my skin.“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and panicked. “I don’t know what you want, but you have the wrong person! Let me go!”A muffled laugh came from somewhere in front of me. I jerked, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was there, but all i could see was black. “Be quiet” a deep voice ordered. The authority in it sent shivers down my spine. “You’ll talk soon enough.”I thrashed, pulling at the ropes, but the knots were expertly tied. My skin stung where the cords dug in, and I realized the futility of my struggles. I was at their mercy. I pressed my forehead against my kne

Countless worries

Michael’s POVAnabelle must have sensed the storm building between me and Fernando, because the moment our voices sharpened she slipped into the room and gently placed a hand on Henry’s back.“Come with me, sweetheart,” she murmured to him.Henry glanced between us, worry flickering through his eyes, but Anabelle didn’t give him time to protest.The silence that followed was thin, stretched and trembling then Fernando spoke.“You can glare at me all you want, Michael,” he snapped, “but I did what I had to do. You weren’t seeing what Ashley was doing to us, to you.”“To me?” I echoed, incredulous. “You really want to start with that? Go on, say it. Say the ridiculous thing you’ve been hinting at.”Fernando folded his arms, his jaw tight. “Fine, she was whispering in your ear like she always did. Getting in your head, making you doubt us, making you… drift.”My blood boiled.“Don’t do that,” I said, my voice low. “Do not stand there and act like I’m some puppet Ashley controlled. I’m n

Fractures on the Ground

Ashley's POVI didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until the room tilted slightly around me. For a heartbeat, all I heard was a low humming in my ears, like my brain was desperately trying to get through the words Don Santiago had just said. They made no sense, they shouldn’t have made sense but he kept speaking as if he hadn’t just let off a bomb in the center of my world.“You look surprised,” he said, his voice smooth. “But truly, Ashley, you should have seen this coming.”“You” I swallowed hard, my throat refusing to reopen. “You were Fernando’s friend.”He chuckled, but not kindly. “Friend? Oh, Ashley. Fernando is nothing but a good for nothing boy with undeserved power which was handed down to him by his bastard ancestors.”My stomach twisted. “You smiled with him. You celebrated with him.”“I needed him close.” Santiago shrugged lightly. “Proximity makes influence easier and that makes destruction more elegant.”Shock was starting to shift, replaced by something hotter.

Fire Beneath Ice

Ashley's POV I sat there, strapped into the cold, unyielding chair, my wrists brushing against my restraints. Shock had hit me like a moving train. My mouth went dry, my hands shook. I felt like the air had been sucked from the room. My mind was trying to reject the reality of his confession, my brain running over every memory, every detail, and somehow it all lined up. It was him. The monster in front of me was the one responsible for responsible for everything.“No” I whispered.“Oh, yes,” Santiago said, leaning forward. His eyes glinted with satisfaction. “And don’t think I’ve spared you the truth about her, either. You think I would have let such a fragile little girl walk around unpunished? She deserved…” He paused, savoring the moment. “…nothing, nothing at all.”Rage ignited inside me like gasoline. My fingers flexed against the restraints as if sheer will could break the chains binding me. “You bastard! How dare you talk about her that way!” My voice shook, but there was

The Little Tracker

Fernando’s POV I had no idea where to start.I stood in the middle of the safehouse living room, staring at maps, scribbled notes, and the half-empty cup of whiskey in my hand as if any of them would magically reveal Ashley’s location. “Think, Fernando,” I muttered to myself.I dragged my hands down my face and let out a raw exhale then my phone buzzed.A notification flashed across the screen, demanding attention.TRACKER ALERT: DEVICE LOCATION DETECTED.My heart nearly stopped.“What the hell?” I whispered, snatching the phone off the table.For a moment, I didn’t understand what I was looking at then it clicked. This was the tiny tracking chip I hid in Ashley’s phone months ago.I had forgotten about it entirely.“Oh, Ashley,” I murmured. “You brilliant, stubborn woman. You still had the phone with you.”A map popped up with a red dot blinking steadily showing a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.I grabbed my jacket, keys, and gun, my heart pounding. Just as I reached for th

The Serpent’s Smile

Fernando’s POV I’ve walked into a lot of dark places in my life but the silence inside that abandoned warehouse was unlike any of them. It pressed against my ribs, heavy and suffocating, like it already knew what I was about to hear and was waiting to crush me with it.Don Santiago stood there among his men as if this rotting place belonged to him.His tailored coat didn’t even have dust on it. He was posed with his hands behind his back, his shoulders straight, chin up like a picture of calm authority in a room that smelled of fear.My stomach twisted.“What the hell” Nick muttered behind me.I ignored him. My gun stayed raised, but my hand trembled just enough to anger me.“Don Santiago,” I said, my voice low. “Why are you here?”He smiled, the kind of warm, patient smile he always used when speaking to me, like he was a father trying to soothe a stubborn son.“Fernando,” he said lightly, “I should be asking you that question.”Ashley, still shaking from the ordeal, stepped forward

Glittering Weapons

Fernando’s POV The barrel of my gun felt fixed to my hand. My arm was steady, but inside me something trembled, everything crashing together so violently that the warehouse seemed too small to hold it. My gun was aimed straight at Santiago’s forehead, and across the cracked floor, his gun was aimed right back at me.Around us, guns echoed as my men raised theirs too. Marlo was on my right, Mortis couldn't stop breathing hard behind me, Emilio’s jaw was clenched, and Nick stepped forward with a cold, lethal glare. Ashley stood behind him, half-hidden by his protective stance, her fingers curled nervously in his jacket. Santiago’s men lifted their guns in response, a whole line of weapons glinting beneath the flickering warehouse light.The old place groaned with tension. Dust drifted in the air as if even the particles were afraid to settle. “Santiago,” I said, my voice deeper than I expected, edging toward a growl. “Tell me why. Why the hell you did all this? Why go through so mu

The Weight in His Small Voice

Michael’s POV I had just finished helping Henry with one of the homework his teacher gave him for the break which involved a sheet filled with colorful pictures he had to label and a simple math section he pretended not to understand just so I would sit beside him a little longer. By the time he wrote down the last answer, his eyelids were already drooping like someone had put tiny weights on them.“Are you sleepy already?” I asked, closing his workbook and tapping the cover lightly.Henry rubbed one eye with the back of his small hand. “No” he mumbled, then yawned wide enough to prove himself a liar.I chuckled and gathered his pencils. “Come on, little man. It's time for bed.”He didn’t argue, just slid off the couch and walked toward his room, dragging his blanket behind him like a cape. I followed, flipping off the lights as we went. His room smelled faintly of his strawberry shampoo and those crayons he left uncovered sometimes. He climbed into bed and snuggled against his

Wind of Gunpowder

Fernando’s POV The echo of gunfire still rang faintly in my ears as I stepped over the fallen bodies, the smell of gunpowder clinging to my clothes. My chest heaved, not from exhaustion, but from the burning, insatiable anger that surged through me. Santiago’s retreating car disappeared into the distance, and for a brief moment, silence fell like a heavy blanket over the warehouse.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, kicking a stone. “Why didn’t we kill him and end this today?”Marlo, standing a few feet away, his face filled with sweat, met my gaze. “We did what we could, boss. Santiago’s alive, yeah, but so are we. He won’t forget this either.”I turned to him, feeling the tension coil tighter in my chest. “That’s not enough, Marlo. I want him to pay for everything he has done.”Marlo swallowed, not meeting my eyes. “We were outnumbered for a moment there, but—”“I don’t care about excuses!” I snapped, my voice echoing off the empty buildings around us. “We have to be smart

Under the light

Michael’s POV The creak of the door opening made me freeze in place. I had been sitting by the window, waiting for Fernando to return with Ashley, when I heard the familiar sound.“Dad!” Henry’s small voice rang out, full of energy and warmth. He ran to meet him while I followed quickly behind him, my own voice breaking into a wide grin. “Fernando!” I called, rushing toward him.Fernando’s eyes met mine through the dim light, and for a moment, the weight of the past few days seemed to lift. He looked tired, but there was that familiar calm strength in his posture.Henry practically leapt into his arms, wrapping around him with all the energy and innocence a six-year-old could muster.I stopped a few steps back, watching them with a smile, before turning to Ashley. She was standing slightly behind Fernando, her eyes low, her face filled with happiness. Relief washed over me. “Ashley, you’re finally okay,” I said softly, almost in disbelief. “I was so worried.”She smiled at me, tha

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