Alle Kapitel von WITHOUT WARNING: Book 2 Of The Redemption Series : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Third Person POV, After lunch, the tone shifted.Trevor, Sienna, and Susan rode the elevator back up to the eighth floor, arms full of files, notes, and half drunk iced coffees. They moved with a steady rhythm, the kind that only came from doing something repeatedly, every day for the past two weeks, like clockwork, they had made this same walk into Knox’s office to update him on the Evanston Mayor’s Office investigation.Today was no different.Knox was already there, deep in work, his sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose as he flipped through a set of spreadsheets. The sound of two knocks, sharp and familiar, broke through the hum of the office.“Come in,” he called, not even looking up.The trio entered. Sienna stepped in first, exuding quiet confidence. She wore flare style pants that hugged her waist and a cream and coffee brown fitted collared shirt. Her braided updo was sleek and fresh, makeup soft but intentional. She looked radiant.Knox glanced up and, of course, noti

Knox’s POV I glance at the clock on the dash, 10:04 PM.I’d been out here for over 3 hours, just sitting, watching my food get cold. Eventually, I gave in and ate the wings and fries right there in the car. Still wasn’t enough to stop thinking about her. Thinking about them. Her and Alex. Laughing. Close. Comfortable. Like I never existed.Then her front door opens.Alex steps out, grinning, carrying nothing but empty hands and satisfied energy. I watch from behind my slightly reclined seat, sinking lower so he doesn’t catch my face in the shadows. He gets in his car, completely unaware, and drives off.I exhale. Wait.Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen.Then I move.I get out, heart pounding harder than I’d admit, and I walk up to her door. My stomach's twisted, nerves stretched. I ring the bell before I can talk myself out of it.“What did you forget?” she calls out, annoyed from inside.She swings the door open, expecting him.Not me.Her eyes widen. Her lips part just slightly, and her w

Once Carmen wrapped up her presentation, the room filled with applause. A few impressed murmurs rippled through the back row. The lights rose slowly, brightening the conference room again. Carmen exhaled, mentally collecting herself as she took her seat.Mayor Stanley Rogers leaned forward, his voice smug but smooth.“I look forward to working directly with you, Ms. Michaels. You’ve got some very good ideas. I can’t wait for you to come over to the office and join my team. Work with us.”Carmen didn’t flinch, but she gave him a sharp side eye that said everything she didn’t say aloud: I’m not coming to work in your office, you’re coming to work in mine. She managed a cool, “Okay,” and gave a polite nod.Her father, sensing everything from the way she angled her body to the temperature in her tone, cleared his throat.“Well, Carmen is a staple here,” Mr. Michaels began. “She’s still in school full-time and will not be taking any position in Evanston at this time. If your team wants to

Sienna’s POVI leaned back a little, watching him as he poured the wine, his movements smooth, casual, and yet thoughtful, like he’d done this before. Maybe not the candles and the romantic Airbnb part, but the intentionality. It wasn’t just dinner. It was us.“So,” I said, keeping my voice playful but curious, “where’s our room?”He smirked. “Before you go running off, please, don’t go in there yet.”I raised a brow. “Why not?”“It’s a surprise. Just... give me a little time, alright?”I smirked. “I wasn’t trying to peek, I just want to change. I’m not about to eat dinner in airport jeans and a conference badge.”“There’s a bathroom right there,” he nodded, “and another room across the hall. Either works. Take your pick.”I grabbed my bag quickly and dashed off before I could start overthinking things again.Inside the bathroom, I freshened up, washed my face, dabbed a little perfume behind my ears, and changed into the lingerie I brought just in case I found the courage. It was a de

Knox’s POVFriday night hit different.He grabbed his favorite wings fried hard and fries extra crispy, buffalo style and headed home. He dropped the bag on the coffee table, kicked off his shoes, and let the silence of his apartment wrap around him like an old hoodie, comfortable, but worn out.He turned on some jazz. Real, moody stuff. Horns wailing in the background like they knew exactly how he felt.Then he threw on some Sade.Yeah… that Sade. The kind of voice that could peel back a man’s soul and leave it shivering on the floor.He didn’t even sit while he ate, just stood by the kitchen counter, eating slowly, moping lowkey, walking back and forth around the apartment like he was pacing through thoughts he didn’t want to say out loud.His phone buzzed. A few times.His brother checking in, just to see how he was doing. “You good, bro?”He lied. “Yeah, I’m straight.”Then his mom called, just to tell him she missed him. He softened a bit.And then his dad.“Proud of you, son. Th