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“It’s been a long time, Jane.” Too long. Eight years of silence, and then he thought he could walk back into my world? I swallowed the lump in my throat, anger sparking. “What are you doing here?” Daniel stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The sound echoed in the dim, powerless office. His suit was sleek, his shoes polished to a mirror shine, every inch the billionaire I’d read about in magazines but never allowed myself to imagine in person. “I heard your nonprofit was in trouble,” he said.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

Daniel looked around like he was only now noticing the guards shifting their weight, hands near their radios, waiting. His jaw worked as if he wanted to spit more poison but realized he couldn’t do it safely here. He looked back at me, eyes burning. “This isn’t over,” he said, voice shaking with fury. “Do you hear me? This isn’t over.” I held his stare, refusing to shrink. “Then don’t blink,” I said quietly. “Because neither is mine.” Daniel’s chest heaved. Then he turned sharply, storming back toward the gate like he could outrun humiliation.

"Red, I am sorry." "Daniel, what are you into? I want to know now! The late nights, scars, wounds and all." She moved closer to him with her hands fisted by her side, "I want to know." Daniel hesitated before speaking, he knew there was no point in lying further, she had found out about him in a bad way. "I am a mafia Boss Red." He couldn't look her in the eyes, "The late nights, wounds and all are as a result of the activities we carry out."

"Do me a favour and get completely lost. Out of my sight." "I don't deserve this unmerited cold treatment!" Really? How dumb! Ignoring her, Daniel clutched the pillow to his chest. It was better he walked out before completely loosing his head. He made to walk out. "The baby wants to eat Chimichangas." What?

Doctor Silas quickly nodded in understanding and Daniel went inside. She was sleeping when he entered the room and he sat down beside her bed and stared at her, he felt a fierce protective feeling rising within him. "Daniel..." she whispered in her sleep and for some reason, Daniel felt glad that she was calling out to her husband instead of Nikolai, he would have granted her wish by being beside her as Daniel but he was too expensively dressed and she would question him because Daniel would not have money to dress in Italian designer cloth and shoes. He has a meeting to attend with an Italian mob and had already dressed up as Nikolai Klaus before her incident.

Sonia stared at the ceiling of the safe house. It was cracked and water-stained, but she welcomed the stillness. After the fire. After the screams. After the smoke choking their lungs and the sound of gunfire echoing in her ears silence was a gift. Daniel lay on a mattress across from her, wrapped in bandages and fevered sweat. His breathing was shallow, but steady. His presence grounded her, but it also haunted her. He was alive. But the things they had done to him...

Kristin was smiling, but Sandra could tell she was listening out of politeness more than interest. “I have to tell you,” Daniel said a few moments later as Creighton slowly made his way toward them. “Silvano is really hacked off with you. He spent the two days we were in Italy calling you more dirty names than I have ever heard. The Don finally gave him a right good rollicking before we left yesterday.” “I’m not sure what that means, but as long as he keeps his distance then I’m okay with it.” “Hey boy,” Creighton said patting Daniel on the shoulder and smiling. “I think you’ve monopolized enough of my wife’s time. It’s my turn.” Daniel laughed and shook his hand before kissing Sandra on the

kitchen—if it could be called that—was sparse. A three-legged table, chipped chairs, a tired stove, and a fridge clinging to half-spoiled cans. Gloom seemed permanent here. Even the sunlight felt weary. I warmed a can of beans and some processed meat over the last dregs of gas while Keli whined, pawing his empty bowl. His whimpers broke something in me. This wasn't a life. It was survival, at best. Hiding, grieving, remembering. I wasn't even sure what I was holding on for. The Nortons had taken everything. They called themselves protectors—guardians of the nation—but their uniforms were soaked in blood and greed. My parents were just two more names erased in their path. We used to live on

His concerns were not unfounded. Silvester kicked the chair beside him in rage. “This is blasphemy! We are already at this point in our lives, but yet, a single small fry is screwing with us. Dang it!” No matter how high you were on the ladder, as long as you had some secret that you did not want anyone else to know, your hands would remain tied. On the other end. Right after, Daniel returned to his car, opened up his clothes, and took a look at the black spots on his body. The longer he looked at it, the worse and angrier he felt.