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Chapter 21 - Cillian

CillianI hear them before I see them. Heavy steps. Controlled. Familiar. Declan and Liam don’t enter a room quietly, not because they can’t, but because they don’t need to. Their presence speaks before they do. It always has. It always will.Ronan, on the other hand, is already grinning like a fucking idiot. “You missed it,” he says the second they step into the kitchen, leaning back in his chair like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. “Our fearless leader here was having a very… interesting morning.”Declan raises a brow, glancing between us as he shrugs off his jacket. “Oh yeah?”“Kitchen,” Ronan continues, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “Coffee. No shirt. And her…” he pauses for effect, looking straight at me now, “…wearing nothing but his shirt.”“Ronan,” I say flatly.He raises both hands in mock surrender, grin still firmly in place. “What? Just setting the scene.”Declan lets out a low laugh, shaking his head slightly as he moves toward the counter. “Christ. Didn

Chapter 22 - Elena

ElenaThe door closes behind him. And just like that, the penthouse feels different. Quieter. Colder. Empty. I hate that. I stand there for a second longer than I should, staring at nothing, listening to the echo of his footsteps fading, the absence of him settling into the space like something heavy pressing against my chest.It doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t make sense. This place should feel safer without him in it. Instead, it feels like something is missing.“Don’t start that,” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn away from the door.Because I know exactly what that is. And I don’t want to feel it. Not after last night. Not after everything that’s happened. I walk further into the living space, my arms crossing over myself instinctively, like I’m holding something in, like I’m trying to contain whatever is trying to surface.You don’t get attached. The thought is sharp. Clear. Necessary. He bought you. He controls you. He owns everything around yo

Chapter 23 - Cillian

CillianThe second I walk back into the penthouse, I feel it. Something’s off. It’s not loud. Not obvious. But it’s there. That shift. The air doesn’t hit the same. The silence isn’t the same. And I already know why.“Elena,” I call out, my voice carrying through the space as I step further inside, shrugging off my jacket, my mind already moving faster than it should be, already circling back to her. No answer. My jaw tightens. I move through the penthouse without thinking, my steps controlled but sharper now, my patience already thinner than it should be.I find her in the living area. Standing by the window. Looking out. Like she’s trying to put distance between herself and everything else in here. From me. That doesn’t sit right.“You’re avoiding me,” I say.She doesn’t turn immediately. That’s new. Then slowly, she looks over her shoulder.“I’m not.” Lie. I step closer.“You are.”She turns fully now, her expression already set, already guarded, already pushing back before I’ve ev

Chapter 24 - Cillian

Chapter 24 CillianI know she’s gone before I even open my eyes. It’s instinct. The kind that’s been trained into me over the years, something shifts, something feels off, and my body reacts before my mind fully catches up. The space beside me is cold. Too cold. The sheets disturbed but empty.My jaw tightens. “Elena,” I mutter under my breath, already sitting up.No answer. I push myself out of bed, running a hand through my hair as I step out of the room, moving quickly now, controlled but alert. It’s not panic—not yet—but it’s close enough that I don’t like it. She shouldn’t be gone. She knows better than that.I step into the hallway. Silence. Then… Music. Faint. Distant. Coming from the kitchen. I exhale slowly, tension easing just slightly as I follow the sound, my steps slowing as I get closer. And then I see her. She’s at the counter. Back to me. Wearing my shirt and nothing else.My lips almost twitch. Her hair is pulled loosely over one shoulder, her body moving slightly to

Chapter 25 - Cillian

CillianThe silence after the line cuts is deafening. For a second, I don’t move. Not because I don’t know what to do, but because something in my chest locks so tight it steals the air from my lungs. That word echoes. Panic. I don’t feel it. I don’t allow it. It’s a weakness I trained out of myself a long time ago.But it’s there. And it’s because of her. “Fuck.”I’m already moving before the word fully leaves my mouth. The office door slams against the wall as I step out, my mind snapping into place, every instinct I have sharpening at once. Think. Location. Timing. Exposure. I grab my keys off the table, already dialing Ronan as I stride down the hallway.He picks up immediately. “Well, this is early…”“Get in the car,” I cut him off, my voice cold, controlled in a way that only happens when something inside me is about to snap. “Now.”There’s no joke this time. No smart remark. Just a shift. “On my way.”I end the call and dial Declan next. “What happened?” he asks immediately. He

Chapter 26 - Elena

ElenaIt happens too fast.One second, I’m laughing, actually laughing, with Maya and Sophia, the sound of it still unfamiliar in my own ears after everything. The sunlight is warm against my skin, the air lighter than it’s felt in weeks, and for a moment I forget.Forget where I came from. Forget who I belong to. Forget that nothing in my life comes without a cost. Liam is behind us. I know that without looking. I feel him there. Solid. Watching. Always watching. Safe.I take a sip of my drink, smiling as Sophia says something I barely process because my mind drifts, just for a second, back to this morning. Cillian. The way he looked at me. The way he kissed me like…“…Lena?” Maya’s voice pulls me back. “Hm?” I let out.She’s frowning slightly. “You okay? You spaced out.”“I’m fine,” I sa

Chapter 27 - Elena

ElenaThe door slams behind me. The sound echoes through the space like a gunshot. Everything about this place feels wrong. Cold. Empty. Dead. My eyes adjust slowly to the dim light as they drag me further inside, my shoes scraping against the concrete floor, the sound too loud in the silence. The air smells like rust and dust, something old and forgotten.Abandoned. Of course. My heart pounds harder with every step, but I keep my head up. I refuse to let them see how bad it is, how my chest feels like it’s caving in, how my hands are shaking, no matter how tightly I curl them into fists. Don’t give them that. Don’t give them anything. They stop. Rough hands shove me forward.I stumble, catching myself just before I hit the ground, my palms scraping slightly against the concrete. Pain flickers, sharp but grounding. Good. Pain means I’m still here. I straighten slowly, turning to face them. Three of them now. One leans casually against a m

Chapter 28 - Cillian

CillianThe city blurs around me. I have been driving around New York as if I can just magically make her appear in front of me, but nothing registers. Not the traffic. Not the noise. Not the people. Just the route in front of me and the location Declan sent. Every second that passes feels wrong. Too slow. Too late. I grip the wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening as the image of her keeps replaying in my head. The photo. Her smiling. Unaware.And then… Gone. Taken. Because of me. My jaw clenches so hard it aches. This was targeted. Calculated. They didn’t just grab her. They wanted me to see it. My phone buzzes again. Declan.“Talk.”“Where are you?” he says.“I’m ten minutes out,” I say.Declan huffs quietly. “Wasn’t planning to. Figured you’d want the honors.” Damn right I do. I end the call just as I pull into the gates of the safe house. They’re already open. Waiting. Everything is moving the second I step out of the car. Men. Voices. Mo

Chapter 29 - Elena

ElenaI don’t know how long it’s been. At first, I tried to keep track. Count seconds. Minutes. The shifts in light that barely slip through the crack under the door. I told myself I’d stay sharp. Stay aware. Stay in control. That didn’t last. Time blurs in here. It stretches. Warps. Turns into something thick and suffocating that presses in on me from all sides.My throat is dry. My stomach twists painfully, empty in a way that feels wrong now—past hunger, past discomfort. It’s sharper than that. My body is protesting. Demanding. Food. Water. Anything.I curl slightly where I’m sitting against the wall, my knees pulled close, my arms wrapped around myself like that might somehow hold me together. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about how long it’s been since you last ate. Don’t think about how weak you’re starting to feel. I press my head back against the cold wall, closing my eyes for a

Chapter 30 - Cillian

CillianHe breaks. It’s subtle. Not some dramatic confession. Just a shift. The way his eyes flicker, the way his breath stutters when the pain outweighs his loyalty.“There’s an old factory,” he chokes, voice wet with blood. “East side… docks…”I go still. Finally.“Which one?” I ask quietly.He hesitates. I don’t. The blade presses in just enough to remind him what’s at stake.“Steel plant,” he gasps. “Abandoned… two entrances… back loading bay…”That’s all I need. I step back. Done. Declan is already moving, pulling up maps, cross-checking everything with the traffic cams.“Matches,” he says. “This is it.”My pulse steadies. Cold. Focused. “She’s there,” I mutter. Alive. She has to be.I turn to Liam. Ronan. “Gear up.” No hesitation. N

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