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Chapter 242: Olive's POV"You could call him, you know?"Hunter was staring at me across the breakfast table with that look he got whenever he caught me drifting off into space. Eyebrows raised. Fork suspended halfway to his mouth. That mix of concern and judgment that only step-brothers could pull off without it being insulting."I tried," I said, sighing. "He's not picking up any of my calls."It had been two weeks.Two weeks of finding out the truth about my brother's death. Two weeks since the night I had walked into Williams's dining room and heard things I would never be able to unhear. Two weeks since Zane had walked past me without a word and driven away into the dark. Two weeks of trying to reach him through every channel I knew, only to be met with voicemails and silence and the terrible understanding that he was either ignoring me or had decided to disappear entirely.A lot had happened in those two weeks.My mother had been hospitalized the day after the warehouse. Stress,

Chapter 244: Olive's POVI spent two hours getting ready.That was probably embarrassing. Two hours of trying on dresses I didn't end up wearing, doing my hair in styles I ended up changing, putting on and taking off three different shades of lipstick before settling on the one that didn't make me look like I was trying too hard.I had no idea which way it was going to go.I had a feeling I should have made peace with that uncertainty before I left the house, but I hadn't, and I wasn't going to, because making peace with uncertainty had never been one of my strengths.I applied more makeup than necessary.I sprayed on more perfume than I should have.I stared at myself in the mirror and tried to remember what I usually looked like when Zane saw me, tried to find some balance between trying too hard and not trying hard enough, and failed at both.This was ridiculous.I was going to see a man who had been ignoring my calls for two weeks. I should not have been dressing up for him. I sho

Chapter 246: Zane's POVMy hands shook as I stared at the message on my phone.The address. Three lines of text that I had been searching for across weeks of dead ends and closed doors and nights where I had to sit in the dark with surveillance footage and financial records and second-hand information, piecing together a picture of a man who had spent years making sure he couldn't be found.I stared at it harder again, my hands clenching at the device."Mother fucker."I hissed to myself. How hadn't I figured it out?Even before the whole disaster, I should have figured it out. I should have found out that it was fucking him and I had been looking, searching for the wrong thing all along.It had taken me standing on that bomb all along to piece everything together, to find out who had been helping Alonso.How was I so slow?How had it taken me this long?I had thought he was dead.I stopped my car in front of the building and sat there for a moment with the engine running and my hands

Chapter 248: Olive's POVFirst was a heavy pain at my temple.Like a hammer had constantly been hitting my head, over and over, and I was only now becoming aware of it. My eyes blinked slowly, a sharp pain piercing through my left ribs when I tried to open them. And when I did, the room was dark at first before it slowly started becoming clearer.It was an empty room with different crates assembled by the wall, a few chairs, and roughly painted walls that were beginning to peel. The kind of room that hadn't been used for anything good in a long time.The last thing I remembered was driving out with every intention of going to the address Nikolai had sent me. But I couldn't figure out how I had ended up here. I couldn't piece it together. Couldn't remember the moment everything had gone wrong.I was tied against a chair. Mouth bound.Everything had happened fast and my brain was scrambled as I stared at the empty dark walls, trying to remember, trying to figure out where I was, trying

Chapter 250: Zane's POVI walked out of that club and didn't stop moving.The door swung shut behind me and I was already pulling out my phone, already moving toward my car, already running through every piece of information I had in my head and calculating what the next twelve hours needed to look like.The image of Olive on that screen was burned into the back of my eyes.The way she had been fighting against the chair. The way her mouth had been bound. The way someone had struck her across the face like she was nothing and she had crashed to the ground and I had been standing in that room completely unable to do anything about it.I had almost killed Simone right there.The only thing that had stopped me was knowing that dead men couldn't tell me where she was. That pulling a trigger in that room with fifteen of his men surrounding me would have ended with me dead and Olive still somewhere in the dark with no one coming for her.So I had walked out.I had walked out and I had kept