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The Protective Brother.

Corrected Version(SLADE'S POV)"HORTON OUT!! DOWNEY IN!!"My last three throws had been garbage. The first sailed over Jackie’s head, the second landed nowhere near the receiver, and the third would’ve been intercepted if we’d been playing a real game.Coach had seen enough.Axel Downey jogged past me, trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin.I wanted to punch it off his face."Get on the line!" Coach's voice echoed across the field as I made my way towards the bench."Ready, set, hut!"His voice soon faded behind me and I was greeted by my other teammates by the bench.Only when I was seated at the back did I take off my helmet and let out a deep sigh. It's no surprise that Coach sent me out because I was playing terribly. And now those same thoughts consumed me here on the bench.I don't know how long I had been sitting when an unexpected slap landed on my neck."That was a lame-ass, pathetic game, Horton!"I glared at Germaine as he sat down beside me. He didn't even glance at me;

The Game Begins.

(KAIRA'S POV)The hotel room was a museum of our lives.I walked through it slowly, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. Every photograph, every document, every piece of evidence—it was all there. Our wedding. Hope's first steps. Family dinners. Quiet moments.Damian had been watching us for years."He knows everything," I whispered.Slade was beside me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the room."He's trying to scare us. To make us feel vulnerable.""It's working."He took my hand, squeezing it gently."We're not going to let him win."---Webb and his team searched the room, looking for any clue, any lead. But there was nothing—no fingerprints, no DNA, no evidence of who Damian was or where he'd gone.It was like he was a ghost."He's smart," Webb admitted. "He knows how to cover his tracks.""So what do we do?" I asked."We keep looking. We keep fighting. We don't give up."---The next few days were tense.We stayed at the safe house, surrounded by security, waiting for Damian'

Confrontation Two Times?

(KAIRA'S POV)"You know by now that I really like you, Kaira. But honestly I won't lie and say that I understand you." Cameron said admiring a pair of dark shades in the mirror.We were at the fourth store of the day and I really hoped it was the last. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Cameron. In a short while, we have grown fond of each other plus he's easy to be with.But shopping with him is tiring and overwhelming. We had a late breakfast this morning, at Big Sal's, then we came 'window shopping'. I kid you not, we have gone through at least a thousand clothes this morning.But I don't mind, because I get to spend time with a warm, funny and opinionated friend."Why would you reject an iPhone from your stepbrother?" He threw his hand in the air after switching the dark shades with a bigger pair."It's complicated." I answered.Cameron took off the shades and moved to the next aisle. I followed him."Do you guys have history?" He took off a silk shirt from its rack. Th

She’s The Problem.

(KAIRA’S POV) “Miss McKenzie, is there a problem?” the manager asked, her smile growing increasingly strained. Shelly pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me. “Her. She’s the problem.” I swallowed. Why did she have to point at me as if I were some suspicious package someone had accidentally delivered to her doorstep? The manager followed the direction of Shelly’s finger, and the moment her eyes landed on me, her expression changed. Not dramatically, but enough for me to notice. “Oh.” Oh? What did that mean? “Miss, I can assure you that we had no idea—” “No idea what?” Cameron interrupted, rising from his seat. “That a girl wearing a cap is allowed to shop in a clothing store? Because, darling, that’s generally how these establishments work.” I closed my eyes. Cameron. Please. Not now. Shelly’s head snapped toward him. “And who are you supposed to be?” He placed a hand on his chest, looking genuinely offended. “Wow. Straight to the personal att

The Heavy Fallout

(KAIRA'S POV)Cameron's words hung in the air, warm and steady.I'm proud of you.I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to feel. My heart was still racing, my hands still trembling, my mind still replaying the look on Shelly's face as she walked out."Kaira?" Cameron's voice was gentle.'s "You okay?""I don't know." I laughed, not." but it came out Cameron shaky. "I think I just made an enemy for life.""She was already your enemy." He shrugged. "You just made it official."I groaned, covering my face with my hands."This is a disaster.""No, it took my hands and pulled them away. "This is you standing up for yourself. This is you refusing to let someone treat you like garbage. This is you being brave.""I didn't feel brave. I felt terrified.""That's what brave means." He smiled. "Doing the scary thing anyway."I stared at him, tears pricking at my eyes."Thank you.""For what?""For being here. For defending me. For..." I paused. "For being my friend."He pulled me into a hu

The World In The Store.

(KAIRA’S POV)For one moment, the world was still in the store.“I said, get her out of here or I will have you reported!” Shelly’s loud screech sliced the silence. I quickly handed over thr shirt to the sales assitant and walked towards a confused Cameron, taking his hand in mine.“That’s fine. I’ll leave now.” I said quickly. “Come on, Cam.”I pulled but ended up getting pulled back. Because Cameron didn’t move. “What’s going on here?” He asked, his tone measured, showing that he was genuinely confused.“Who the hell is this? Throw them both out now!” Shelly snapped, squeezing her face in disgust. “Cameron, let’s just leave please.” I begged pulling him but he pulled back and wiggled his hand out of my grasp.“Who the hell is this Barbie wannabe?” He said as he took a steady step forward.“Are you talking to me?” Shelly was taking steps forward too, her finger pointed at her own chest. “Please, we don’t want any problems.” The manager said coming closer to the little group that

The Dance

(KAIRA'S POV)The music swelled around us, a soft, slow melody that seemed to wrap around my heart.Slade's arms were around me, his hand warm on the small of my back. His eyes never left mine, green and intense, filled with something I couldn't quite name."I told him to go to hell," he said again, his voice low.I stared at him, my heart pounding."You did?""I did." His jaw tightened. "He threatened you. He threatened our family. And he thought I would just... walk away?""Slade...""I would never leave you, Makaira." His voice was fierce. "Not for him. Not for anyone. Not ever."I felt tears prick at my eyes."He said he would spare my life if you left.""I don't care." He pulled me closer. "I don't care what he said. I don't care what he threatened. I'm not going anywhere.""But what if he hurts you? What if he—""Then I'll fight." His eyes blazed. "I'll fight for you. For Hope. For everything we've built. And I'll win."I stared at him, my heart swelling."How can you be so sure

The Trap Springs

(KAIRA'S POV)The world stopped.Damian stood before me, his dark eyes glittering with amusement, his lips curved into that cold, empty smile. He was dressed impeccably—a black suit that fit him perfectly, his dark hair slicked back, his posture relaxed.He looked like he belonged here.He looked like he'd been waiting for this moment his entire life."Hello, sister," he said again, his voice smooth as silk.I forced myself to breathe."Damian.""You remember me. I'm flattered." He stepped closer, and I instinctively stepped back. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Not here.""Why not?""Because there are too many witnesses." He glanced around the ballroom, his expression almost bored. "And because I want to talk to you. Properly. Without interruptions.""We have nothing to talk about.""Oh, but we do." His eyes met mine. "We have so much to talk about. Our father, for instance. Your father. The network. The future."I felt my heart pounding."I don't care about any of that.""Y

The Update.

(SLADE'S POV)Walter looked slightly startled when I burst into the grand foyer."Where's she?" I demanded, already half running further in. What I really wanted to say was, "Where are they?""In the second living room, sir. But she—"I didn't wait to listen. I increased my pace until I had opened the doors and let myself into the second living room. My eyes searched the space quickly and landed on someone relaxed on a sofa.My fists tightened. I recognized that damned face."What the fuck did you do to her?" I had already grabbed him up by the collar and pulled him to his feet."Mr Horton, that's her friend. He helped her." Walter hurriedly said in panic.My hand lingered and then dropped while this unfamiliar guy straightened his clothes. He looked offended, his sharp blue eyes plunging into me with anger."How rude! You're lucky Kaira is your stepsister." He snapped at me angrily."You're the lucky one." I took another step towards him and he took two back. "Where is she?""She's f

Damian’s Smile.

(KAIRA'S POV)Damian's smile lingered in the air like smoke.Interesting.That was all he said before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and my mind racing.Slade was beside me in an instant, his hand gripping mine."Are you okay? Did he hurt you?""I'm fine." I turned to look at him, my eyes wide. "He wants to be part of the family.""I heard.""He said he can help us. He said he has information about the network."Slade's jaw tightened."He's manipulating you.""Maybe." I paused. "But what if he's not? What if he's telling the truth?""And what if he's not?" Slade challenged. "What if this is just another game? Another way to get close to us so he can destroy us from the inside?"I didn't have an answer.Because I didn't know.---We left the gala early, the weight of Damian's words pressing down on us.The drive home was silent. Slade's hands were tight on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.I stared o

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