Romans & histoires Safe Haven

“There were three men casing the right side of your building, one on the floor above yours, one on the lower level stairwell and one on your floor. Whatever troubles your boyfriend’s gotten you into must be a fucking doozy to have that many guys itching for ya.” Squeezing shut her eyes, Zoe curled her arms around herself, desperately trying to sink in to herself to become as small as possible. “There’s a safe house not far from here. Round the clock security, surveillance, constant monitoring. I can take you there but it ain’t free.” “I can get money,” Zoe gulped, nodding vigorously. “I can get some.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself, kid?” he chuckled, stubby fingers twirling the

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"You mean a safehouse." "I mean a place where you won't die before the board meeting tomorrow." "How reassuring." Hana ignores the sarcasm. "ETA twenty minutes. The property is in the suburbs. Private. Guarded. No one knows about it except my most trusted team." "And me," I say. "And you." Hana's eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. "Don't make me regret that." --- The safehouse is a farmhouse. I'm not joking. An actual farmhouse, tucked into a valley outside Paris, surrounded by fields and trees and absolutely nothing else. It's beautiful in a way that feels fake — like a postcard, like somewhere people go to pretend their lives aren't falling apart.

I spoke up then. "You're right, we got lucky. This could have gone so much worse and you know what? If it had, we would have handled it. All of us. We would have taken care of each other and made it through. There is no way to prevent this. There is nothing we can do to stop bad things from happening, that's just life. Life is a bully sometimes but you have us now and always. Your friends and family. People who love you no matter what. We are how you can feel safe. Knowing that no matter what comes our way, we can deal with it, together. Look up. Look at them. They are our safety. They are our peace" I said and Layla looked up and saw everyone.

Safehouse, Unknown Location – 3:14 AM The glow of Griffin's holographic screens painted the room an eerie blue, casting shifting shadows that made the reinforced concrete walls seem to breathe. The safehouse had been silent for hours, save for the whisper of air filtration systems and the soft hum of quantum processors working through impossibly complex calculations. Maria dozed fitfully in the corner chair, her hand still resting on the grip of her Glock, while James maintained watch at the perimeter monitors. But Griffin hadn't slept—couldn't sleep—not with the ghost of his father's final words echoing in his mind.

I muttered, my voice barely audible. “Maybe,” he said, his eyes closing for a moment. “But I’m your idiot.” Raven cleared her throat, her eyes flickering to us in the rearview mirror. “We’re almost there. Hold on.” The safe house was a small, abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t much, but it was secure, and for now, that was all that mattered. As soon as the van stopped, Raven and Aiden helped Thiago inside while I carried the flash drive like it was made of glass.

Since nobody left, the system listed out the first set of choices for us to select. "Please choose your safehouse: "1. An apartment built of plastic in the biggest desert in the world with no water or electricity "2. A military armory "3. A luxury RV with a full tank "4. An air raid shelter in the city with airtight doors "5. A campsite with ample supplies on Seafoam Island." "You should pick the campsite, Ms. Johnson! You're usually so good at keeping track of things. Our minds would be at ease with you taking stock of our resources!"

Theo POV “Our new safe house”, I let out. This place has been built exactly for a war situation. There’s no cell signal, and we are surrounded by a forest and an electrified fence that signals when anyone tries to cut the circuit. It can only be done from the inside, and we only have our most trusted people here. No one else knows where we are, not even the rest of our guys. We will be driving instead of flying out of here, but we will be getting helicopters any time we need to go to New York.

The father is unconscious, but the mother is looking at us with her one eye open, terrified. “Alpha. Luna. We didn’t mean…” Her words are muffled, and I can tell it’s hard for her to talk. I immediately put my hand on her arm, noticing her flinch. “You and your family are welcome here. Our pack is made up of those that have fled other packs or are in need of a safe place. Our pack is named Safe Haven for that reason. Our doctor, Gamma Sirona, will look after you until you are well enough to leave the hospital. Once you are stronger, we will talk about you and your family staying here in our pack.”

The dashboard lit up in cold blue. Subject: Elias Hart-Resonance (Iteration 9) Status: Activated 2 hours 14 minutes ago Geofence: Compliant Anomaly score: 0.0004 % She stared at the anomaly score until the numbers blurred. Zero point zero zero zero four percent. Statistically insignificant. She almost laughed. Almost screamed. “Tell me about the night we made up the safe word,” she said without turning around. He exhaled behind her, the sound of a man trying to keep his patience with a crazy person.