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Flashing Light

Leo POVMy hand hurts.Mark was holding it really tight. He was running, and I had to run too, even though my legs felt shaky and my chest burned.“Mama!” I cried, twisting around, trying to see her.There were too many people. Too much noise. Everything was loud and wrong.“Keep moving,” Mark said, not angry, just serious. He pulled me harder.Matteo was on his other side. He wasn’t crying. His face was pale, but he kept running. I tried to run like him.We went through big metal doors.They slammed shut behind us with a loud BOOM, and the sound echoed in my ears, making me jump.I yanked my hand free and ran back to the door.“Mama!” I yelled.A guard with a long scar on his face grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. His grip was firm, not gentle.“Stay put,” he said sharply.I froze.My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe right.One of Mama’s friends - Isabella, I think - knelt in front of me. Her hands were warm

The Distance Between Us

Damien POV When the news reached me about the shooting at the mall, my body shook, leaving everything else behind. I stood in front of the manor with Mr. Vance beside me, waiting for their arrival. Alessandro’s message replayed in my head—his children were with Rachel and Leo. The shooting wasn’t random. It had been an attack on the Gavies. Mr Vance had already arranged piles of blankets, snacks, and drinks in the main foyer for the kids. Something to distract them away from today events. The gates opened before I could finish my thoughts. Headlights cut through the evening mist, one black vehicle after another rolling up the drive. I stepped forward before anyone told me to. They were home. The first car stopped and the door opened. Leo jumped out before anyone could stop him. “Papa!” The sound hit me square in the chest. I barely had time to brace before he ran full speed into me, arms wrapping around my middle, his face pressing into me. I dropped to on

Scarred Past

Rachel POV The manor was too quiet.I slipped out of the room carefully, easing the door shut behind me so it wouldn't creak. Leo slept on his side, arm flung protectively over Matteo's, while Thalia lay curled between them, her tiny fingers still clenched around the doll Mr Vance had given her.The cartoon still played, muted now-bright colours flickering uselessly over sleeping faces.I just needed water.Or air.Or space.My bare feet barely made a sound against the marble floor as I headed down the corridor.I didn't make it far.Damien stood near the tall window at the end of the hall, moonlight cutting across his broad shoulders. Scout bounced at his feet, playing with a chewed-up toy, tail wagging like nothing in the world had ever gone wrong.He looked the way he always did when something was eating at him-still, composed, wrapped in control so tight it felt like armour.Scout

Critical Condition

Damien POV The sun was already high, light cutting through the tall windows of my office, but it did nothing to warm the room. The air was heavy-tense in the way only bad news could make it.Alessandro sat across from me, hands clasped tightly on the desk, knuckles pale. He hadn't removed his coat. Hadn't asked for coffee. Hadn't bothered with pleasantries. His usual amused smirk was nowhere to be found.Mr Vance stood near the window, his attention split between us and the garden below.Children's laughter drifted faintly through the glass-the sounds of Leo and Matteo playing, Scout barking excitedly as she ran after them.I broke the silence."How is Lorenzo?" I asked Alessandro's jaw tightened."Alive," he said. "For now.""He lost a lot of blood," Alessandro continued, voice clipped. "The bullet missed his heart by centimetres. Surgery stabilised him, but he hasn't woken up. Doctors say the next forty-eight hours will decide everything."I nodded once.No comfort. No apology

Domestic Intimacy

Rachel POVThe water was warm, the faint scent of soap curling through the air.I rested back against Damien’s chest, his arms loose around my waist—skin to skin, nothing between us. His breathing was slow and even, eyes closed, as if he’d finally allowed himself to stop guarding the world for once.My gaze drifted around the large bathroom. Lit candles surrounded us, their soft glow the only source of light as dark shadows flickered gently across the tiled walls. Everything felt muted. Quiet. Safe.It was strange how easily I’d ended up here.One moment, I’d been tucking Leo into bed—smoothing his hair, lingering in the doorway longer than necessary. Next, Damien had been there. Silent in the corridor. Waiting without saying so.A hand in mine.A turn down the hall.No explanations.He’d just brought me here.And now I was sitting naked in a bathtub with Damien, relaxed against him, the domestic calm of it all making my cheeks warm despite myself.His chin rested lightly near my temp

All Eyes On Me

Rachel POVI knew something was off.I'd woken up to more followers than usual, my social media flooded with messages from coursemates asking if I was alright. I guessed the photo I'd posted-with Leo and my friends in the VIP lounge-had drawn attention after the shooting.I shrugged it off. I didn't think much of it.Until I stepped into the building.I should've known it wouldn't be quiet.The moment I crossed the entrance, conversations stalled. Heads turned. Someone whispered my name like it suddenly carried weight."Rachel!"A hand caught my arm before I could even take two steps inside. Then another voice. Then another."Are you okay?""We saw the news-" "You were at the event, right?" "That shooting was insane-"I froze.Faces surrounded me-some familiar, most not-and suddenly I didn't know where to look."I'm fine," I said quickly, the words tumbling over each other. "Really. I'm okay."They didn't look convinced.A girl from my department leaned closer, eyes sharp with curio

The Letter

Rachel POVDinner was already laid out when Leo and I took our seats at the long dining table. Staff moved quietly around us, placing plates with practised ease, and another tray was lowered for Scout, who wagged her tail as her food was set down.Leo talked animatedly as he ate, telling me about his day, and I listened, smiling softly-until I heard footsteps.Damien entered the dining hall.He looked exhausted.His white sleeves were rolled up as he unbuttoned his shirt collar, dark hair slightly dishevelled, the weight of a long day evident in his posture. His gaze met mine immediately, and he crossed the room without hesitation.He leaned down, close enough that only I could hear him."Could you sleep in my room again tonight?" he murmured, voice low and tired. "It's been a long day."Heat rushed to my face. I nodded quickly.He gave a faint smile before moving to his seat.We ate quietly for a few moments before I caught Damien's gaze again."You didn't receive Mark's report about

Out Of His Element

Rachel POVI sat in the passenger seat, adjusting the simple sleeveless short blue dress I'd chosen. It wasn't flashy-just neat, comfortable. Still, my fingers kept fidgeting as I held up a small mirror, fixing my makeup and smoothing my hair for the third time.Damien drove in silence beside me, one hand steady on the wheel as the city passed beneath the night sky. The dashboard lights cast a soft glow across his face, calm and unreadable as always."We're picking up your friends first, right?" he asked, glancing briefly at me before returning his eyes to the road.I nodded. "Yes. They should be waiting at their apartment." I hesitated, then added, "Are you uncomfortable meeting them?"He answered without missing a beat. "Why would I be? They're your friends."His gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, briefly acknowledging the car following us-Mark driving behind, keeping a careful distance."But," Damien added casually, "I am a little surprised you made the bodyguard dress up too."I

The Noise Between Us

Rachel POVWe found a spot at the far corner of the room-a long couch and a low table set a little distance away from the crowd.Damien immediately sank into the couch, arms folded, jaw tight, his attention fixed on the party like he was observing it rather than part of it.I sat beside him, offering a small smile in an attempt to ease his tension, while my friends hovered close by.Mark stood a few steps away, leaning against the wall, quiet and watchful."Well, this is boring," Chloe said, her gaze bouncing between Isabella and me. "Are we really just going to sit here?""I'm going outside for a bit... Hopefully, the crowd isn't as bad out there." Isabella said.Chloe hummed, unimpressed. "Boring."Before any of us could react, she looped her arm through Mark's like it was the most natural thing in the world."Come on," she said brightly. "You look like you need fresh air. Or a drink. Or both."Mark stiffened.I felt it before I saw it.Damien's head turned sharply.Not anger, but s

Awkward Contact

Chloe dragged Mark toward the kitchen counter.“I can’t drink. I’m working,” he said for the third time, his voice flat, standing stiffly beside her as he’d rather be anywhere else.Chloe sighed dramatically, dropping his hands. “You’re at a party, not a military base. Why are you standing there looking all stiff—and handsome—for no reason? There’s beer!”Mark gave a low exhale, refusing to look at her. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”“How?” Chloe asked, genuinely confused.“You just dragged me away from my post. My boss is strict. He won’t like that I left his sight.”Chloe leaned in, lowering her voice playfully. “Don’t worry. Mr Daniel seems like a total sweetheart.”Mark’s brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t correct her.Damien might appear calm—almost polite—but Mark knew better than to mistake that for softness. The man noticed everything. Missed nothing. And he didn’t need to raise his voice to make his expectations clear.Mark had been assigned to Rachel for a reason. He

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