All Chapters of The Law And The Liar: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Into The Gray

I always thought the line between right and wrong was clear. Turns out, it’s not a line at all. It’s a fog. A thick, shifting fog where good intentions can still get people killed. And right now, I was walking straight into it. I sat in the passenger seat of Raffaele’s black SUV as he drove us through the industrial district—abandoned warehouses, graffiti-covered train cars, broken glass glittering on sidewalks like spilled secrets. “This informant of yours,” I said, breaking the silence. “Is he reliable?” Raffaele didn’t take his eyes off the road. “He’s alive. In my world, that’s as reliable as it gets.” “Reassuring.” He smirked, and I hated that I wanted to smile too. The GPS led us to an old boxing gym. The windows were boarded up, but the lights inside glowed faintly. It looked forgotten. Except the three men at the entrance holding their jackets a

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Chapter 22: What My Brother Knew

The moment we got back to my apartment, I locked the door behind us and shoved the flash drive into my laptop like it might burn a hole through my hand if I waited another second. I had questions. I had rage. But more than anything, I had fear. Because this drive had his initials. K.B. Kaden Black. And if there was even a chance it held what I thought it did, then everything was about to change. The screen blinked, then opened a folder. No password. No encryption. Just raw, unfiltered data—like he wanted someone to find it. Like he knew he wouldn’t make it out. I clicked the first file. A video. My breath caught. It was Kaden. My brother. Sitting in a car, sweat on his forehead, voice low like he was scared even the air might be listening. “If you’re seeing this… it means I didn’t make it out.” My chest tightened. Raffaele stepped behind me, resting one hand on the back of my chair. Silent. Watching. “I was right. Vento’s dirty. He’s been working with a syndicate moving

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Chapter 23: Tangled in Smoke and Shadows

The coffee in my hand had long gone cold. It sat untouched on my desk, forgotten the moment I saw the surveillance photo from last night. Raffaele Moretti, wearing that same infuriating smirk, exiting a building on 12th Street the one our CI claimed doubled as a laundering front. He was in a tailored grey suit, not a hair out of place, walking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I was here, pacing in my office, nerves fraying like the hem of my jacket. Every instinct in me screamed he was taunting me. Again. A knock pulled me out of my thoughts. “Detective Black?” Officer Lyle peeked in. “He’s here.” I didn’t need to ask who. My chest tightened, my jaw clenched. Raffaele. “Send him in.” I turned away, smoothing my expression into something cool and unreadable. Myra Black didn’t flinch. Not for mafia kings. Not even the dangerously charming ones who had kissed her like she was the last woman on Earth just days ago. He walked in like he owned the place. Like he

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Chapter 24: The Devil You Know

I should have walked away. Every rational part of me said to cut ties with her. To leave Myra Black tangled in her righteous fury and flashing badge. But reason never stood a chance when it came to her. Not then. Not now. I could still feel her eyes on me as I left the station, could hear the edge in her voice when she told me to stay out of it. That look she gave me—it wasn’t just suspicion. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. And damn me, I craved it. Nico was already waiting in the black SUV down the block, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His eyes narrowed as I slid into the back seat. “How’d she take it?” he asked. I loosened my tie. “Like a woman who wants to shoot me, kiss me, and lock me in a cell. Probably in that order.” “Sounds about right,” Nico muttered. “She’s getting too close, Rafe. You sure this is still worth it?” “She’s more

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Chapter 25: A Knock in The Dark

Sleep didn’t come easy anymore. The city outside my window buzzed with the usual late night chaos sirens, car horns, drunken laughter but it all faded beneath the sound of my thoughts. And the silence in my chest where certainty used to be. I sat curled on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, staring at a wall of crime scene photos tacked above my desk. Red string, notes, pins. A web of corruption some of it expected, some of it pointing right back to the man who’d walked into my life and flipped it upside down. Raffaele Moretti. I hated that even now, even after everything, his name still stirred something in me. Something warm. Something reckless. But tonight wasn’t about feelings. It was about the truth. Or what was left of it. I scrolled through the last message I’d received from an anonymous tip coordinates near Dockside, a time stamp, and one word

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Chapter 26: The Wiretap

The air in the precinct was heavy, thick with tension and the low hum of fluorescent lights. The kind of atmosphere that clung to your skin, made your thoughts sluggish and your nerves buzz. I stared at the monitor in front of me, the grainy waveform pulsing on the screen as the audio crackled to life. “I told you no more blood,” Raffaele’s voice came through, smooth but sharp, laced with finality. “This ends with him.” I sat forward, my eyes narrowing as I reached for the headphones, pulling them over my ears to block out the rest of the world. The words echoed, looping in my head. No more blood. This ends with him. “What the hell does that mean?” Jenkins muttered beside me, leaning over my shoulder with his coffee that smelled like burnt regret. “You think he’s calling a hit? Or ending one?” I didn’t respond right away. Raffaele Moretti never said anything he didn’t mean. And he especially never said anything without layers like puzzles wrapped in velvet. My fingers hovered ove

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Chapter 27: The Judas Amongst Us

West 42nd was quiet too quiet for a midnight mob meet. I adjusted the earpiece and scanned the street, my breath fogging in the night air. Jenkins was on the comms, holed up in the surveillance van two blocks down, but even his usual sarcastic remarks were missing tonight. “Eyes on the alley,” I said, low. “No movement.” “Copy that,” Jenkins replied. “Benny swore this was the spot. They should’ve been here ten minutes ago.” My grip on my Glock tightened. Every instinct I had was screaming wrong, wrong, wrong. I stepped into the alley, my boots silent against the damp concrete. Trash bins lined the walls, their shadows distorted under the flickering streetlight. A distant horn blared. Somewhere, a cat hissed and bolted. And then… Click. The barrel of a gun pressed against the base of my skull.

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Chapter 28: Enemies Don’t Knock

I should’ve known he’d find me. After everything the alley setup, the burner phone, Rowen’s voice confirming the betrayal I should’ve run somewhere else. Anywhere else. But instead, I came home like a rookie, craving the illusion of safety. And just like the rest of my illusions, it shattered the moment I opened my apartment door. Raffaele Moretti was already inside. He stood in the middle of my living room like he belonged there, hands in his pockets, eyes already on me. No sign of forced entry. No damage. He hadn’t broken in. He’d been invited by the weakness I didn’t know I still had for him. I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary. “You’ve got five seconds to explain why you’re standing in my apartment like some smug, unholy statue.” “Hello to you too,” he said, voice smooth as ever. “Though I’d have expected a warmer welcome after tonight.”

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Chapter 29: Heat Of The Moment

We barely spoke the entire ride back. The ledger sat like a live grenade in my coat, its presence between us louder than words. Raffaele drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, but I felt him watching me in the reflections reading me, measuring me. We were two people with too much history and nowhere left to run. When we reached the safe house, the silence stretched like a fuse, long and dangerous. I walked in first, locked the door, and dropped my coat over a chair. Raffaele followed, slower this time, his gaze burning into my back. I could feel it, like a flame crawling across skin. I turned. And the tension snapped. “You should have told me everything,” I said. He stepped toward me. “And you would’ve believed me?” “I believe what I see,” I whispered, voice tight. “A

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Chapter 30: What We Were

Sleep never came. Not with Raffaele beside me. Not with the ledger hidden beneath the floorboard. Not with betrayal curling around my ribs like a steel vice. I lay awake, eyes tracing the cracked ceiling of the safe house, my body still aching from him in every possible way. His hand was draped across my waist, heavy and warm. The rhythm of his breathing should’ve been soothing. It wasn’t. Because no matter how still the night was, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that came before this moment. The first time I met him. The first time he made me laugh. The first time I realized I was in too deep. And worst of all the first time he broke me. Six Years Ago – Lower East Side, 2:17 AM The alley reeked of beer, smoke, and something metallic like rust or blood. I spotted him leaning against a graffiti-tagged brick wall, backlit by the dim glow of a buzzing streetlamp. Cigarette between his fingers. Black jacket, all swagger. “Your tailing game needs work, Detecti

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