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Her

~Victor~The moment I stepped into my office, I knew something was off, not because anything looked different, everything was exactly how I liked it, clean lines, polished surfaces, the quiet hum of control sitting comfortably in every corner, but because of the way Daniel stood there, stiff, hesitant, like a man walking into his own execution, and I didn’t need him to speak before the irritation started building in my chest.“What is it,” I asked, my voice calm, controlled, as I dropped my keys on the desk and shrugged off my suit jacket, taking my time because if he was about to waste it, I wasn’t going to rush for him.He hesitated, and that alone was enough to annoy me.“The Riverside development,” he started, his grip tightening around the tablet in his hand, “the report we pushed about structural inconsistencies and permit delays… it’s been challenged.”I paused, slowly turning to look at him, my expression unreadable, but inside, something tightened.“Challenged how,” I asked,

Hope

~Elena~By the time I pushed the glass door open and stepped into the restaurant, I was already a few minutes late, and even though Matteo had told me it wasn’t a problem, that I should take my time and not rush across the city just to meet him. I still felt that small, familiar guilt settle in my chest as my eyes scanned the room, searching for him among the scattered tables and quiet conversations.The place was different from Pa Romano’s, larger, more polished, the kind of restaurant where people spoke in softer tones and sat a little straighter in their chairs, and for a moment I hesitated near the entrance, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. I spotted him seated near the window, one hand resting on the table while the other held a glass of wine, his posture relaxed like he had been there for a while already.He noticed me almost immediately.His gaze lifted, and a small smile curved at the corner of his lips as he set the glass down and leaned back slightly in his c

Who is that?

I had just cleared the last tray of the evening. The restaurant was beginning to quiet down, the usual clatter fading into the soft hum of the cleaning staff and the gentle hiss of the coffee machine in the background, when a customer called me over to ask about one of the dessertsI smiled at him, explaining with care how it was made, my words flowing as I gestured toward the plate, but then, without warning, a wave of nausea hit me, sudden and sharp, making my stomach twist in a way that immediately sent a shiver down my spine.I had no choice but to excuse myself, muttering a barely audible, “I…I’ll be right back,” before turning on my heel and rushing toward the restroom. Each step feeling heavier than the last, my hands trembling slightly as I reached the door and closed it behind me, fumbling with the lock as the room tilted dangerously, forcing me to lean against the sink for support. Within moments, my body betrayed me, the contents of my stomach spilling over the porcelain

I am coming

I was seated at my desk, the late afternoon light sliding across the polished wood, my glasses perched low on my nose as I sifted through contracts and ledgers, the familiar scratch of my pen against paper grounding me in routine.The office was quiet, the only sounds the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint tapping of keys from the secretary’s office down the hall, when the knock came, sharp but deliberate, pulling me from my focus.“Come in,” I called, straightening in my chair, and my private investigator stepped inside, a man I trusted implicitly, his brow slightly furrowed, the briefcase swinging at his side.“Mr. Crawford,” he said, his voice calm but edged with anticipation, “I have a lead on Elena.”I froze mid-pen stroke, the paper blurring beneath my eyes as my heart picked up pace, the very name carrying a weight I hadn’t admitted aloud in months. “A lead?” I repeated, my voice steadier than I felt.“Yes,” he replied, setting the briefcase down and pulling out a fo

Why me?

~Elena~I stepped out of the restaurant alone that night, pulling my coat tighter around my body as the cool air wrapped around me, the faint hum of the city settling into its usual rhythm. For a moment I paused just outside the door, glancing back briefly because it felt strange not seeing Diego beside me like he had been the past few nights.He had been caught up inside, still wiping down tables and rearranging chairs with Pa Romano, insisting I go ahead without him because it would take longer than usual, and I hadn’t argued, even though something about walking alone tonight didn’t sit right in my chest.Still, I pushed the feeling aside, slipping my headphones over my ears as I began walking down the street, letting a slow love song fill my mind, the melody soft and aching as it wrapped itself around my thoughts almost too easily.The music carried me, pulling me somewhere far away from Rome, far away from the quiet life I had built here, and before I even realized it, my mind dri

Please

~Victor~I stood just beyond the edge of the light for a moment, watching her struggle against the ropes, her breath uneven, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to make sense of where she was. I couldn’t help the slow smile that stretched across my face, because there was something deeply satisfying about seeing someone like Elena Hale reduced to this.The same girl who had caused chaos in Richard Crawford’s perfectly curated life, the same girl who had unknowingly handed me the perfect weapon to destroy him, now sitting right in front of me, helpless, bound, and completely at my mercy.‘Oh, this is going to be fun,’ I thought, stepping forward into the light, letting her see me clearly, letting the fear deepen exactly the way I wanted it to.“Victor Langford?” she said with disbelief in her voice had been almost amusing, as if she couldn’t quite connect the dots yet.I pulled a chair out slowly and sat across from her, crossing one leg over the other as if this were nothing more th

In Rome

~Richard~I stepped out of the car with a kind of urgency I hadn’t felt in years, the Roman air hitting my face as I glanced up at the modest exterior of the restaurant,. It was far from anything Elena had ever known before, far from the life she had left behind. The bell above the door chimed softly as I pushed it open, my eyes scanning the space almost immediately, searching, hoping, expecting to see her somewhere between the dim lights and neatly arranged tables. But she wasn’t there, and the absence hit harder than I was prepared for, settling uncomfortably in my chest.A few heads turned in my direction, some curious, some indifferent, but one pair of eyes lingered longer than the others, narrowing slightly in recognition. I knew instantly that he knew who I was, or at the very least, had seen my face before.I approached the counter slowly, my gaze still sweeping the room as if she might suddenly appear, as if I had just been too early or too late by a matter of seconds. “Exc

Do it

~Victor~I sat back in the chair by the window of my hotel room, the city of Rome stretching beneath me in a wash of golden lights and distant movement, the kind of view most people would pause to admire, but my attention was nowhere near it. My focus split cleanly between the two phones resting in front of me on the glass table, one familiar, one disposable, one tied to my name and everything I had built, the other existing purely for moments like this.The anonymous one lit up faintly as I picked it up, my thumb hovering over the screen for a second as I considered my next move, the faint echo of Richard’s voice from earlier still lingering in my mind, that anger, that desperation, that helpless rage that made this whole thing far more satisfying than I had initially imagined.‘You finally feel it now, don’t you?’ I thought, a slow smile forming as I unlocked the phone. The blank message screen stared back at me like an invitation, and I began to type, each word deliberate, calcula

Moves

~Richard~We moved quickly through the narrow streets, the evening crowd brushing past us in careless waves, the glow of Roman streetlights stretching across cobblestones that felt too calm for the storm building inside me. I kept my eyes moving, scanning everything, every corner, every angle, every possible vantage point that could have seen something, anything.Diego walked beside me, his steps uneven with tension, his gaze flickering between me and the street like he didn’t fully understand what I was doing but knew it mattered, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, his voice tight with urgency.“Why are you looking around like that?” he asked, his brows drawn together, confusion and frustration bleeding into his tone, “why aren’t you doing what he asked so Elena can be safe?”I didn’t stop walking, didn’t slow down, my eyes still moving as I took in the placement of a small camera above a shop entrance, then another across the street, tucked just beneath a flickeri

I won

~Victor~I sat by the edge of the bed in my hotel suite, the soft glow of the city lights bleeding through the curtains, my wrist lifted just slightly as I checked the time again, the ticking seconds beginning to stretch longer than they should, and for the first time since I set everything in motion, a small flicker of doubt crept in.‘Would he actually do it?’I leaned back slowly, exhaling through my nose, my fingers tapping lightly against my thigh as I stared ahead, the question lingering longer than I liked. Richard Crawford was not a man who folded easily, not a man who bent under pressure without pushing back twice as hard.‘He’s crazy,’ I muttered under my breath, shaking my head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at my lips despite the thought, ‘and desperate men do stupid things.’Still, there was a difference between desperation and surrender, and I wasn’t entirely convinced which side he was leaning toward just yet, the silence from his end stretching just enough to feel unn

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