Semua Bab Broken Wings : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The abandoned Shadowland Amusement Park looked like a forgotten skeleton under the moonlight—its rusted rollercoaster tracks curled into the sky like broken ribs, and the ticket booth stood half-collapsed near the gates. Weeds cracked through the asphalt of the empty parking lot, reclaiming the space in crooked green veins. Officer Tyler Beckett gripped the steering wheel of his hatchback, heart hammering as he stared at the lone vehicle parked under a broken lamppost—a black SUV with tinted windows, engine idling like it was holding its breath. He checked his watch. 1:13 AM. He was already late. Muttering a curse, Beckett shoved open the door and stepped out, the wind tugging at his jacket. He crossed the lot quickly, gravel crunching beneath his boots, and opened the passenger door without knocking. Luis Vargas sat in the driver’s seat, face partially lit by the dashboard glow. He didn’t look at Beckett as the door shut behind him. “You made me wait,” Luis said—tone mild but

The room was dim, lit only by the amber flicker of a streetlamp outside the window. A fan hummed weakly in the corner. Raven lay curled beneath a threadbare blanket on the couch, one arm draped over her eyes, her breath steady in sleep.The door slammed.She jolted upright, heart pounding against her ribs—confused, disoriented.Riko stood in the doorway, chest heaving, soaked in rain and rage. His jacket hit the floor like a warning. Boots stomped across the room.“Riko—?” Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep. “What… you came back?”He didn’t answer.His hand yanked the blanket off her, exposing the tank top and shorts she wore to sleep. She blinked, shielding her eyes as he flipped on the overhead light.“Who the fuck was he?” Riko’s voice was low—dangerous.She stared up at him, confused. “What are you—?”“The guy. At the club. The one you smiled at like he was yours.”Her stomach dropped. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t—”“Don’t play dumb with me, Raven.” His

Just outside the front door of the Red Velvet, the sidewalk pulsed with soft red light from the club’s neon sign. A few people lingered nearby—drunk patrons laughing too loudly, heels clicking, a car idling at the curb. Music thumped faintly through the walls, but out here, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and tension.Milo stood near the entrance, leaning against the railing, dragging on a cigarette like it owed him something.Footsteps echoed.Milo looked up—and stiffened. His eyes narrowed.Detective Jackson Reyes.He walked with that casual, unbothered stride—hands in the pockets of his jacket, expression unreadable, eyes sharp as razors.“You lost, cop?” Milo asked, voice low and amused, exhaling smoke through his nose.Reyes stopped a few steps away, standing in plain view, right in front of everyone.“Just getting some air,” he said coolly. “And maybe a better look at the kind of rat who crawls behind girls’ backs and calls it business.”Milo’s smirk faded. “You better wa

The door slammed open with a violent clang against the wall, making the girls inside flinch.Ozzy stood in the frame, his bulk casting a shadow over the dressing room. His face twisted in irritation, eyes bloodshot, breath sour with smoke and booze. He grabbed at the small figure beside him, shoving her forward with a rough hand.Dollface stumbled inside, her hair a mess, mascara smudged under her eyes. She looked smaller than usual. Broken. Her arms curled around herself, trembling.Ozzy’s voice boomed, gravelly and mean. “Get her ready for tonight. I don’t give a shit how—just make her look decent. She must be up on the stage tonight.”Raven stood frozen, halfway through slipping on her boots. Ivy dropped her lipstick, already moving toward the shaking girl.Ozzy scowled, scanning the room like it offended him. “Fucking cop comes around and suddenly no one knows how to do their job. Always sticking his nose where it don’t belong. Always at the worst time—ruining the mood. Ruins the

The dressing room was quieter than usual—most of the girls had already gone out front or were still fixing their makeup. Raven lingered near her locker, biting the edge of her thumbnail, eyes darting toward Cherry, who was lounging on the couch and scrolling through her phone in her rhinestone bra and platform boots.“Hey… Cherry?” Raven’s voice was barely above a whisper.Cherry looked up, arching a brow. “What’s up, baby bat?”Raven shifted awkwardly. “Can you… show me how to flirt?”Cherry blinked, then burst into a laugh. “You? Girl, Riko likes you all quiet and soft-spoken. I’m the one he hates—says I’m too damn shameless.” She smirked and tossed her phone aside. “Why would you wanna change that?”Raven hesitated. “It’s not for Riko.”Cherry sat up straighter. “Ooooh?”Raven’s cheeks flushed. “Forget it. Nevermind.”Cherry let out a low whistle. “Didn’t take you for the cheating type, sugar.”Raven’s eyes went wide. “No! I’m not—I wouldn’t—I just…” She leaned in, her voice sudden