All Chapters of To Mend A Broken Heart : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Dana’s POV“I swear… I didn’t do it! I just walked into the room now!” I said aloud, trying to regain balance in my voice.“Put the weapon down.”“I said, put the f**king weapon down!”I look at my right hand. The room reeked of it—copper and iron, thick and metallic, mixing with the stale scent of spilled wine and the sour tang of overturned takeout on the carpet. The overhead light buzzed faintly, casting a cold, yellow glare over everything. Jade lay crumpled on the floor by the coffee table, her silk blouse torn at the shoulder and soaked dark with blood. Her skin was pale, almost waxy under the harsh light, lips parted like she’d tried to say something and never finished. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, staring at nothing. A smear of red trailed from her fingers across the hardwood, ending at the knife I was holding. Knife. Blood—wet and tacky—coated my fingers and ran in a thin line down my wrist, still warm against my skin. Jade’s on the floor. “New York Police De

Dana’s POV“Hey, Ms. Sosa!” The female correction officer’s voice came sharply. “Somebody bailed your ass out. Let’s go.”It was just a regular day after visiting hours. I was in my cell, still turning over what my mom had told me, when her baton clicked against the bars.The news hit me. I definitely wasn’t expecting anything like this anytime soon.“Ms. Dana Sosa, you made bail.”“What?”“Bail was posted an hour ago. You're being released. Let’s go.”I didn’t move. What kind of person walks into a prison on a Monday afternoon and decides to bail out a total stranger? I scoffed.“By who, if I may ask?” The female correction officer finally glanced up, her expression flat. “I don’t know. But all I know is that they’re waiting in the lobby. They asked to meet you before you leave.” “I don’t know anyone with that kind of money.” “Not my problem. You want to be out or not?” I looked around to see if I was the one she was talking to or if there was someone else. “You can refuse

Dana’s POVI was at the door, ready to leave, but then remembered that we weren't done.“Regret already?” he says. I looked at Remy dead in the eyes before dropping back into the chair across from him.“No.” I slide the signed contract back. “Terms are set. You get your proof of life on Jade by tonight, or I walk.”His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. “You’ll get it.” One of the armed men opens the door. The hallway light cuts across Remy’s face. For a second he looks like Mateo. He has the same jaw, but different eyes. They were colder. “Driver’s waiting,” Remy says. “Monday. 8 AM. Tovar Group. Don’t be late.” I stood up sharply. “I won’t.”I waited for a few seconds before walking out into the hallway. The hallway is still empty. The female CO is gone. A different guard, male, bored, buzzes me through three more doors without a word. Then I’m outside. Air hits me.Real air.It’s October in New York. It bites. A black SUV idles at the curb, tinted windows and its engine run