Semua Bab Sweet Unhappy Heart: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Third person's POV Liam made dinner that neither of them ate. The pasta sat cooling on the stove, untouched, the smell of garlic and tomatoes fading into the background. Jackson tried to work on the estate company documents, laptop open on the coffee table, but after twenty minutes of staring at the same fucking paragraph about property valuations, he slammed the lid shut with a curse.They ended up on the couch instead. Jackson curled into Liam's side, head resting heavy on his shoulder, legs tangled together under the throw blanket. Some action movies flickered on the TV, explosions, car chases, none of it registering. Five minutes after it ended, neither could have told you a single plot point.The silence stretched, thick with everything they weren't saying."I love you," Jackson said suddenly, the voice was rough and thick, like the words had been clawing at his throat all day. He didn't look at Liam, just stared at the blank screen. "Whatever happens tonight, whatever Morgana t

Third Person's POVDanny Finn woke at five thirty in the morning, the same as he had every morning for nine years. Prison routine had carved itself into his nervous system with the precision of scar tissue. Even now, on the day of his release, his body responded to rhythms that no longer applied to his life.He sat up on the thin mattress and looked around the cell that had been his entire world. Eight feet by ten feet of concrete and steel. A toilet bolted to the floor. A sink that barely produced water pressure. A mirror made of polished metal that reflected distorted versions of whatever stood in front of it. He had learned to see himself in that mirror. Had watched himself age from thirty-five to forty-four in a space designed to contain rather than rehabilitate.The guard appeared at his cell door at six fifteen. "Finn. Processing. Let's move."Danny stood and walked out of the cell for the last time. He did not look back. Looking back was for people who had something worth remem

Third Person's POVEve Dove stood in the operations center staring at the wall of screens displaying traffic camera footage, satellite imagery, and thermal scans of every building within a ten mile radius of where the white van had last been spotted. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep. Her third cup of coffee had gone cold an hour ago. None of it mattered. Somewhere in the sprawl of Mexico City, a pregnant woman was going into labor in the hands of people who had no medical training and no incentive to keep her alive once she stopped being useful."Anything?" Commissioner Martinez asked, appearing beside her with fresh coffee that Eve accepted without looking away from the screens."The van disappeared into an industrial zone east of the city. Twelve warehouses. Six abandoned factories. A neighborhood with minimal camera coverage and a population that does not talk to police." Eve pointed to the map where red circles marked potential locations. "We have teams checking each building bu

Third Person's POVVictor Ruiz sat in a cramped apartment three miles from the chemical plant where he had lost everything. The place belonged to a cousin who asked no questions and accepted cash payment for a temporary sanctuary. One room. A mattress on the floor. A bathroom with a sink that barely worked. The kind of place where men who were running from something came to hide until they figured out their next move.He had been watching the news on his phone for the past six hours. Every major outlet in Mexico City was covering the story. American woman rescued from Sinaloa kidnapping. Baby delivered safely after dramatic raid. Police searching for Victor Ruiz, wanted for kidnapping, assault, and a dozen other charges that would put him in prison for the rest of his life if they caught him.The bitch was alive. Avery Maddox had survived when she should have died. Had delivered her baby when both of them should have bled out in that contaminated building. Had been rescued by federal

Third person's POV The location Elena Reyes chose for the meeting was a neutral ground in every sense that mattered. An old textile factory that had been converted into event space years ago, then abandoned when the economy shifted and people stopped renting warehouses for weddings and corporate gatherings. It sat in a neighborhood that belonged to neither Sinaloa nor Reyes territory, a demilitarized zone where both sides could claim equal footing.Victor Ruiz arrived thirty minutes early with Carlos beside him, both men unarmed as the agreement demanded but neither man was comfortable with the vulnerability that created. The building smelled like dust and old machinery and the particular emptiness of spaces that had been designed for crowds but now held only silence."Check the perimeter," Victor commanded. "Make sure we are alone. Make sure this is not a trap."Carlos moved through the building methodically, checking corners and rooms and potential ambush points. He returned fiftee