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Chapter 91RickIt’s been days since Jaxon passed, and the silence hasn’t left. Not the kind of silence that calms you—it’s the heavy, suffocating kind that presses against your chest and makes you wonder if you’ll ever laugh again.The house feels foreign without him. Jokes used to bounce off the walls, his ridiculous one-liners always finding a way to break through the tension, even in the worst situations. Now… nothing. Just stillness.I try to keep this up—the hacking, the operations, the strategy. I pretend I’m fine, the same way I always do. But every time I think about him, the truth slips through.That man. Jaxon. He wasn’t perfect—far from it. Loud, brash, reckless at times. But he was wholesome in a way the rest of us weren’t. He was the glue, the laugh when we needed it, the heart when we lost ours.I catch myself waiting for his voice in the middle of a briefing, expecting him to cut in with a dumb joke or a smirk. But the space is empty now.And I hate it.I don’t know ho

Chapter 93RickThe silence in this house is unbearable.No one’s laughing anymore. No one’s throwing dumb comebacks, no one’s being loud just to piss somebody off. Jaxon used to fill every corner with noise—his stupid grin, his reckless jokes, the way he’d act like nothing could touch him.Now it’s just… nothing.I sit at the monitor, scrolling through lines of code I can’t even focus on. The CCTV feeds are on loop, the cursor blinking like it’s mocking me. Work used to be my escape, but even this feels heavy.I light another cigarette, stare at the ashtray full of half-burnt sticks, and mutter to myself.“Goddamn, Jax… you left me with ghosts.”I hear footsteps in the hall. Low voices. Not angry—different. Tense, but softer.It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. Jace and Jewel.Part of me wants to go check, maybe stop it. But another part—the exhausted, wrecked part—just leans back in my chair and closes my eyes.Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s that grief has a way of pu

Chapter 95Jace One second, she was burning under me—kissing back like she’d been waiting her whole life. The next, her hands went slack in my hair.“Jewel?” My voice snapped, sharp, panicked.Her body went heavy beneath mine, her head lolling to the side. Her lips parted but no sound came out, only a faint shudder of breath.“No—no, no, no—” I scooped her up immediately, shaking her shoulders lightly. “Jewel, open your eyes. Come on.”Her skin was fever-warm, her pulse faint against my fingertips. The injuries she’d been pushing through, the stress, the weight of grief—everything must’ve crashed into her all at once.“Stay with me,” I muttered, pressing my forehead against hers, trying to anchor myself in the heat of her skin. My chest ached, a savage fear clawing inside me.She wasn’t just passing out. She was slipping away.And I’d be damned if I let her.I laid her down carefully, my hands trembling harder than I wanted to admit. Her lashes brushed her cheeks, her lips pale, her

Chapter 97RickShe thrashed against me, fists pounding weakly at my chest as sobs tore out of her throat. “It’s my fault—it’s all my fault!” she screamed, her voice breaking raw.I pinned her wrists down gently but firmly, my body holding her in place so she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Stop, Jewel—stop, you’re going to tear yourself apart—”But she wouldn’t. Her tears streamed hot, her cries echoing like they were ripping the walls apart. Every word she gasped was another knife: Jaxon’s name, guilt, grief.“Let me go, Rick! Please—let me go—”Her body convulsed in another sob, and I tightened my grip, my jaw locked. I hated myself for restraining her, but if I didn’t, she’d break.The door slammed open.“Jewel!”Jace’s voice cut through everything like a blade. He stormed inside, eyes wild the second he saw her trapped beneath me, shaking and broken. For a split second, he looked ready to kill me.“She’s hurting herself!” I barked before he could lunge.And then he was there—ripping her

Chapter 99RickIt wasn’t Jewel anymore.Not the sharp-tongued girl who used to spit fire, not the teasing shadow of laughter trailing after Jaxon. What thrashed in my arms now was grief wearing her skin.“Let me go!” she screamed, voice breaking raw. Her nails clawed against my arms, her body twisting like she’d rather tear herself apart than stay here another second.I held her tighter, locking her to my chest even as she kicked, sobbing uncontrollably. My jaw clenched, and I muttered through gritted teeth, “You’re gonna hurt yourself, Jewel. Stop—damn it, stop!”But she didn’t. She bucked harder, head thrashing, hair sticking to her damp face. And when her hands slipped free for a second, she started pounding at her own chest, like she wanted her heart to split in two.That’s when Jace lunged in.“Enough!” he barked, grabbing her wrists mid-swing and pinning them down. He pushed her back against the mattress, his weight hovering, his eyes wild with panic and rage. “You think Jaxon