All Chapters of ONE WILD NIGHT : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Maya’s POVAgent Martinez led me down a quiet hospital hallway and into a small, empty room. The white walls and bright lights made everything feel cold. There was only a metal table and two chairs between us. It felt like a room meant for secrets.“Please, sit,” she said gently.I sat down slowly. My hands were shaking. My clothes were still covered in Alex’s blood. I felt numb—like my body and mind were working separately.“I know this has been a long night,” Martinez said, opening a small notebook. “But I need to ask you a few questions about what happened.”I didn’t answer right away. My throat was dry. There was only one thing I wanted to know.“Is Alex okay?” I finally asked.She looked up from her notes. “He’s stable. The bullets missed anything serious. He’s already out of surgery and resting.” She gave me a small, kind smile. “He’s going to be okay.”The breath I didn’t know I was holding escaped slowly.“Now,” she continued, “I need you to tell me what happened at the wareho

Maya’s POVI stood alone in the hospital hallway, my mother’s broken words still echoing in my ears.She’d been about to tell me something,something about where my father had hidden the file but the nurse had interrupted, ushering me out before she could finish.“He hid it somewhere only you would think to look,” she’d said.Only I would think to look.But where?I pressed a tired hand to my forehead, trying to think through the fog of exhaustion. My father had left me a clue,something hidden in plain sight, something only I would recognize.But my mind refused to work. Everything felt distant and heavy, like I was trapped in a dream I couldn’t wake from.Then the baby moved hard and restless inside me.I placed my hand over my stomach. “I know,” I whispered softly. “I know you’re uncomfortable.”The baby kicked again, sharp and insistent. It could feel everything my fear, my stress, my exhaustion.“I’m sorry,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “We’ll rest soon. I promise.”But even as I t

Alex’s POVI woke to bright sunlight cutting through the hospital blinds, slicing across the white sheets like sharp blades. My whole body felt heavy, as if invisible weights were pressing me down. The pain in my arm was constant deep, throbbing, alive with every heartbeat.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, lost between waking and memory. Then it all came rushing back , the warehouse, Rebecca’s gun, the smell of smoke, the sound of gunfire, Maya’s face above me as the world faded to black.A nurse entered quietly, checking the machines beside my bed.“Good morning, Mr. Stone,” she said softly. “How are you feeling?”“Like I got shot twice,” I muttered, my throat dry.She smiled faintly, adjusting my IV. “The surgery went well. You’re very lucky—no major organ damage. With rest and physical therapy, you should recover fully.”She paused, glancing at her tablet. “Your father called this morning. He said he’ll be here within the hour.”My stomach twisted. “When?”“S

Zoe povThe sedan vanished around the corner and left a hole of silence where noise should have been. My heart filled the empty space a hot, hammering drum against my ribs and for a moment I could only stand there on the sidewalk, phone trembling in my hand, feeling useless and small.Maya.She’d been in the backyard. I’d been across the street, framed in the treehouse window, watching her search the place like she was unrolling a map only she could read. Then she’d fallen. I’d watched her fall. Then two men had come out of nowhere and grabbed her, forcing her into a car while she screamed my name. I had watched and done nothing. The memory of my frozen legs was a knife in my chest.My thumb fumbled for 9-1-1 like my hands were made of someone else’s mistakes. The voice on the other end was calm, the kind of calm you hear in movies and expect never to meet in real life.“911, what’s your emergency?”“My friend was just kidnapped,” I said, and my voice broke. “Two men forced her into

Mayas pov The sedan’s motion was a dull, steady menace. It felt like a dream ,a nightmare in motion and yet every ache and bruise that mapped my body was indisputably real. I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling for life. The baby kicked and I wept because the kick was both a promise and a plea: still here, still fighting.They didn’t speak much. The men who’d taken me were quiet, professional in the way of someone doing an unpleasant but necessary job. The older man held the USB drive like it was an ordinary possession not the detonator for lives and reputations. He turned it over in his fingers as if nothing inside could hurt him. But inside was my father’s years of work, smuggled and hidden and encoded everything he had given his life to protect.We descended into a parking garage, the fluorescent light buzzing above like a nervous fly. The elevator rose and rose in silence, metal walls closing around us like a shell. Floor numbers skimmed past: 20, 25, 30. Each number lifted t