All Chapters of One Shift, One Night : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hey Lovely Readers! First of all, take a breath! I know that chapter 11 is making you eager to go on ahead and I promise the ride is only getting started. I won't disappoint. I know. I tried to make this one free. But it's unfortunately locked. Either you open it or skip, whichever works for you. Trust me the book is worth your time and all. ♥Update Schedule♥ To make sure you never miss a moment of the drama, here is when you can expect new chapters. Daily update. Although I might miss in between considering how my health determines or School. Yeah. I'm in my third year. Almost done and would graduate. Frequency:[e.g., 3-4 Chapters daily / max 21 Chapters a week] pls make sure to add this book to your Library and turn on notifications so you get alerted the second it goes live! POVs;♥ The book is written in first person pov and will switch sometimes to third person pov when it gets to a point that it's needed. Don't worry the switch is maintained to suit the storyline.

The penthouse office at the top of the Kane Plaza was dead silent. Gabriel Kane stood by the glass window, his eyes fixed on the streets below. He wasn't looking at the city; he was looking at nothing at all. He reached up, his long fingers instinctively tracing the faint, pale scar that began just beneath his left hairline and ran down toward his temple, a scar. One that reminds him of the Dan Ryan Expressway incident. The accident had nearly cost him his life, leaving him in a coma for two weeks. When he finally woke up, the doctors told him he was a miracle. His motor skills were intact, his analytical mind was sharp, and his grasp on the Kane Empire’s financial data was flawless. But there was a hole in his mind. An empty fog that swallowed a three week window right before the crash. The doctors called it retrograde amnesia, assuring him it was a normal trauma response. His assistant, Marcus, had filled in the blanks with calendars and corporate logs, convincing Gabriel that th

I didn't answer. I just turned back to the half-packed cardboard box. Gabriel Kane could have the newspapers, the fortunes, and the heiresses. But he would never, ever have the pieces of my soul he had left behind in the dark..... Six miles south, the atmosphere inside the flagship office of the Kane Security Division was thick with tension and the smell of stale premium coffee. Gabriel Kane stood over a huge table, his jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms. The scar near his temple flushing a faint pink against his pale skin, a physical manifestation of the blinding headache that had been hammering behind his eyes for six consecutive hours. "Tell me you have something," Gabriel ground out, his deep baritone vibrating with a dangerous, predatory impatience that made the three technical analysts behind the bank of monitors visibly stiffen. The director of security, a retired federal investigator named Roman, ste

By mid-afternoon, the rain had cleared completely, replaced by that rare, brilliant Chicago spring sunshine that made the concrete sidewalks look almost silver. With Katherine at the library and my dispatch terminal running on an automated tracking loop for the next two hours, the apartment felt small, stuffy, and distinctly crowded. The twins were practically vibrating with pent-up toddler energy, their plastic toys clattering against the floorboards until I felt like my ears were ringing. "Shoes," I commanded, clapping my hands together. "We are going for a walk. A normal, quiet walk to the small community garden on 4th Street. No Lincoln Avenue. No grocery stores." "Outside!" Leo shouted, immediately dropping his dinosaur and scrambling toward the shoe bucket like his life depended on it. The walk down North Avenue was peaceful. I pushed the heavy, double-wide stroller along the concrete, the warm wind carrying the sharp, clean scent of rain-washed asphalt and budding elm t

Gabriel sat in the leather passenger seat of his Mercedes Maybach, his long fingers tightly pinching the bridge of his nose. The blinding migraine that had flared to life inside Henderson’s Bakery was still hammering against his skull. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that little girl, Maya, sitting on the counter with her tiny white apron, looking at him with that quiet, terrifyingly familiar gaze. 'Why did she look like that? Why did the blonde woman panic?' "Mr. Kane, we are five minutes from the plaza," his new junior assistant, a young, nervous man named Julian, murmured from the front seat. Julian was practically vibrating with anxiety; everyone in the office had been walking on eggshells since Marcus had been fired and physically escorted from the premises two weeks ago. "The board of directors is already assembled in the executive conference room. The legal team from the Sterling group has also arrived for the final contract signing." Gabriel didn't open his ey