All Chapters of FOR HER SAKE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Gabriel’s POVI had country music playing in the car, it was a huge contrast to the environment I was in, but I was willing to be odd for a moment. I tapped gently against the steering wheel, shifting my body when my legs started to feel stiff. That was when I saw it.Ruby’s purse sat on the passenger seat beside me, screaming ‘another responsibility’ in the form of pink leather and perfume. I groaned, running a hand down my face and taking that as a reasonable excuse to get out of the car. Maybe I could even get a drink once inside.“Of course she forgot it,” I muttered, keeping up with the act and pushing the car door open.The afternoon breeze brushed against my face as I stepped out, nodding at a few of Mateo’s men who lingered around the driveway. “Evening, boys,” I greeted lazily. One of them muttered a quick “sir,” though his expression clearly said ‘I wish you’d go home already’.I wish I was lounging at home too, man.I swung the purse over my shoulder dramatically. “Don’t l

Kelvin’s POVShe looked like she was about to call for help when she saw me leaning on the hood of my car.Her heels slowed against the pavement, her expression switching between suspicion and mild amusement. “Please tell me you didn’t fire my driver.”“Didn’t have to,” I said, taking her bag from her before she could protest. “I just told him to take the day off. You’re with me today.”Her brows lifted. “Oh? Are you kidnapping me again?”“Wouldn’t call it kidnapping.” I opened the passenger door for her. “More like… voluntary abduction with snacks that I know you’d definitely love.”She gave me one of her unimpressed looks but a smile was beginning to break out from the corners of her mouth. “You really think that’s better?”“Hey, I didn’t say it was legal. Just more fun.”Her lips twitched, but she got in the car anyway, muttering something about how I’d get arrested one day for charming the wrong person.When I got in and started the engine, she turned to me, suspicious again. “Wh

Gabriel’s POVThe first rule of tailing someone is to look like you’re not tailing them. The second rule? Don’t tail someone on an empty stomach.I leaned back in my car seat, chewing lazily on a piece of gum while keeping the black sedan two cars ahead of me in sight. “You know,” I muttered to no one in particular, “if these guys were any less subtle, they’d be wearing neon shirts that said ‘We’re following Amelia.’”The sedan didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down. Just cruised through the city like it owned it. Typical Vasquez men. No imagination.I adjusted my cap lower over my forehead and drummed my fingers on the wheel, amused at how easy this was. A little part of me was hoping they’d do something stupid. Give me a chase. Break the monotony. But no. These guys were boring.Still, boredom was better than losing them. So I hummed to myself, tailing them through turns, letting buses and trucks slide between us as cover. If Ruby were here, she’d be rolling her eyes already.The city

Amelia’s POVRuby’s hands were shaking so hard that the photo fluttered between her fingers like it was looking for an escape too.“Amelia, look…look at this.” Her voice cracked halfway through, and when she pushed the image toward me, I felt like I knew what I was going to see before even glancing at what it was.There was Ricardo standing by the dock, fully armed.The kind of picture that never came with a happy ending.I took it carefully, the edge of the paper catching a tremor in my own hand. Ruby’s voice was tumbling out fast words tripping over panic. “He’s in trouble, I knew it…Mateo lied…he said he was on an errand, but look…look where he is, those are armed men, Amelia, he’s…”“Ruby.”She froze.“Breathe.”Her chest heaved once, twice. I reached across the table, prying the picture from her fingers before she tore it. “Panicking won’t get us anywhere. Let’s think.”“But…”“Ruby,” I said again, firmer this time, trying to grind myself in a different reality too. “I promise yo

Amelia’s POVThe docks were colder than I’d imagined. It was the kind of cold that clung to one’s skin and bone, mixing with the thick stench of salt, metal, and gasoline. The night air hummed faintly with the sound of waves crashing against the concrete wall, and the faint clatter of metal chains clinking somewhere in the dark.Isaiah killed the car’s engine. “We would have to walk from here,” he said quietly, scanning the wide stretch of the docks with the precision of a soldier.Gabriel stretched beside him, cracking his neck. “You know, I’d really hoped for something with a bit more lighting,” he muttered, his voice casual, too casual for the situation we were in. “Maybe a nice moon, some ambience. But no, it’s just us, the smell of dead fish, and my continuously terrible life choices.”He had called Mateo after his ‘walk’ out and had somehow managed to explain everything to him without freaking him out, even though Mateo sent a trail of cars to pick Ruby up from work which she to