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It held the transaction ledgers and encryption keys, the lifeline of the entire operation. "Leave it!" I screamed. But Damian had already run into the blast zone. Just as he grabbed the safe, a second explosion occurred. The massive shockwave threw him to the ground, and a piece of burning vehicle debris was about to crash down on him. Damian shoved the safe toward us just as the blast wave slammed him against a rock. He grunted, blood pouring from his forehead to stain half his face. I instinctively started to run toward him but was held back firmly by Jasper. "There could be more explosions! It's too dangerous!"

I close the door after handing him the phone and I tap the hood and stand back as the car pulls out of the driveway. What ever is going on has just started a war and I feel sorry for who ever dared cross her. Walking back into the computer room I press the lock down button, locking myself, Damien, and YS safe behind soundproof steel doors. “There” I hear Damien say while he type a few more buttons, then on the big screen is pure mayhem. Demi’s ducked behind shipping crates with two unknown men by her side. One’s holding out a clip for her to re-load her gun while another’s ripping a piece off her shirt before pulling her back down.

Manhattan glitters below us a kingdom we'd conquered together, now just another battlefield. "You are encouraging her Sophie." Damien's voice isn't raised. That's how I know this is nuclear. The quieter he gets, the more dangerous the storm. His hands hang loose at his sides, but I see the way his fingers twitch the same micro-movement he makes before reaching for a weapon. I step deliberately onto the largest fragment, letting it bite into my bare heel. The pain is clean, sharp, nothing like the jagged mess in my chest. "And if I did?"

The air smelled of coffee and old wood, grounding Sierra enough for her chest to stop tightening. Vivian sank into a chair, trembling. Lila dropped beside her, immediately curling into Sierra’s side. Sierra stayed standing for a moment, as if afraid her knees wouldn’t hold if she sat. The ranger crouched in front of them. “Are you injured? Do you need an ambulance?” Sierra opened her mouth nothing came out. So Lila spoke. “Someone’s chasing us.” The ranger’s expression sharpened. “Who?” Sierra forced the words out. “A man. Damien.” Saying his name felt like swallowing glass. “He’s… dangerous. He won’t stop.”

Lots of people in the quadrangle we went down, high school students mostly. Though, there are also colleges. Some were even watching us from the corridors of the buildings. Someone yelled my name like a signal and they created a pathway for me. In the middle I saw Daryl, a grade twelve who was also famous at school.

“In front of everyone. You don’t understand how that looked.” There was a pause, then his tone softened, dark velvet. “You don’t understand the kind of enemies I have, Amara. Leaving like that… it puts you in danger.” Her throat tightened. The danger part wasn’t new but the way he said it was. Like it wasn’t a threat, but a warning. “Dante—” “Lock your doors,” he interrupted quietly. “And don’t trust anyone tonight.” The line went dead. She stared at her phone, pulse hammering.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

She willingly obliged to the non-disclosure contract he'd given her to sign and that was how Dimitri got another secretary and personal assistant – Sara Lee. Fifteen hours had passed and Dimitri was already home, taking the dinner he'd gotten from a Chinese restaurant that prepares homemade food when his tablet dinged with a new notification. He finished his food and after a few minutes, he drew his tablet closer to himself. It was a message from Dr. Dinna. He'd sent the result of the CFFDNA after fifteen hours.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Just a little… nothing serious. I picked up my phone and downloaded ALLURE. My hand trembled as I stared at the app icon for what felt like forever. Just a look. Just to see… I didn’t even have to talk to anyone. I tapped it open with a shaky breath. The registration asked for name, age, location… marital status. I hesitated before tapping ‘Single’. If I was going to explore this, even just a little, I’d need that freedom. No one has to know.