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The evening air was warm, carrying the faint scent of flowers. As soon as Rafael left, Celia stepped out of his room and pulled her phone from her pocket. She called Lilly, needing the sound of a familiar voice to bring her back down to earth.They talked for a while, laughing, venting, and catching up. Lilly shared the chaos at work, while Celia spoke about her recent experiences, carefully leaving out anything that might put Lilly at risk.After hanging up, Celia wandered toward the staff quarters. She found a chair near the front and sat down, stretching her legs out as she watched cars roll through the gate, almost all leaving. A staff member passed by, and she called out casually, “Do they have meetings often?”He paused and turned toward her, “Yes, ma’am. They do. Usually in the evenings. It’s a regular thing.”She nodded slowly, “Thanks.”As he walked away, Celia leaned back in her seat, eyes still on the driveway. She had just taken out her phone to play a quick game when th

Rafael had no idea how deep Lorenzo’s grip had once been. And now, he was crawling back, uninvited, unhinged, and relentless.Celia exhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down before Rafael stepped out of the bathroom. She had a decision to make, to tell him the truth or try to handle it herself. But the truth was, there was nothing she could do on her own. Lorenzo was dangerous, persistent, and somehow always one step ahead. So she chose silence for the time being.Rafael came out moments later, towel slung around his shoulders. He had changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts, his skin still damp and warm from the shower. But his relaxed expression dropped the moment he saw her face no longer lit with laughter, but hardened and pale, like someone who had just received devastating news.“Babe?” he called gently, approaching her.“You took your bath quickly, my little twerker,” Celia said, forcing a smile, trying to sound playful but even she could hear the stiffness in her voice.Rafa

Lorenzo’s punch landed first, fast and brutal, straight to Rafael’s ribs. Pain shot through his side, but Rafael didn’t stagger. He grabbed Lorenzo by the collar, gritting his teeth, and slammed his forehead against his rival’s face. Blood spattered. Lorenzo stumbled back, dazed, but swung again. This time, Rafael took the hit to the jaw, his head snapping sideways.They didn’t talk, there was nothing left to say.Just fist and fury.Rafael lunged again, ignoring the searing pain in his knee. He tackled Lorenzo hard to the ground. The two rolled in the dust like animals, grappling, punching, choking, blood staining their clothes and the concrete beneath them. Lorenzo clawed at Rafael’s wound, digging his fingers into the injured leg, and Rafael let out a roar, rage-fueled, not pained.With sheer force, he broke Lorenzo’s grip, pinned him down, and hammered a punch into his face, once, twice, three times, until Lorenzo’s nose cracked and blood poured freely. But Lorenzo, still wild and

Celia sat on the couch, but her focus wasn’t on the television glowing quietly in front of her. She stared just above it, her thoughts far from whatever show was playing. She knew Rafael had left earlier, but something about it had felt off. It wasn’t a normal kind of leaving, there had been no casual goodbye, no promise to be back soon. Her heart jumped when her phone suddenly rang. She snatched it up without looking, and the moment she heard Mason’s voice, her chest tightened.“Rafael would love for you to come,” he said, his voice steady but urgent. “Just meet any of the drivers around and tell them to take you to the hospital.”Celia’s eyes widened. “The hospital? Is there no name for it?”There was a pause on the other end, then Mason said gently, “Celia, just tell him that, okay?”Her breath caught in her throat. Something was wrong. Very wrong. “Okay, okay,” she managed to reply, her voice shaking slightly as she ended the call.Without wasting another second, she rushed to he

Mason and Viktor stepped out of Rafael’s room, the air feeling a little lighter now that their boss was awake. They strolled across the hallway and slumped into the waiting chairs just outside, letting out simultaneous sighs of exhaustion.“Love makes people do crazy things though,” Viktor said, stretching his legs and leaning his head back against the wall.“Exactly,” Mason agreed with a short chuckle.“I think it's a blessing that I have not fallen in love,” Viktor added.Mason turned to him with a brow raised. “So you didn’t love Fiona at all?”Viktor scoffed. “No way. Fiona’s a seductress. She knows exactly what to do to make a man lose his mind, but that doesn’t mean it’s love. Let’s be real, who wouldn’t want to hit that fat ass at least once?”Mason burst into laughter, “Man, that’s wild.”“But you would love to hit it too, right?” Viktor smirked, nudging him.Mason’s laughter cut short. He gave him a look. “I wouldn’t.”Viktor blinked. “Wait, seriously? Why?”“Are you actually