LOGINCIARAThe world did not exist in colors or sounds as the Ducati tore through the rain-slicked afternoon grid; it existed entirely in telemetry and the violent, agonizing throb of my pulse against my throat.Eighty-five miles per hour. Ninety-two. One hundred and four.The wind shrieked against my helmet, a brutal, deafening roar that did absolutely nothing to drown out the echo of Louis’s voice inside that warehouse. The intruder was inside Adam's nursery wing.The silver scar beneath my navy silk blouse burned with a fierce, phantom heat as I leaned flat against the chassis of the powerbike, taking the sharp curves of the Surrey highway with a reckless, borderline-suicidal disregard for the slick tarmac. For two months, I had raged against Mathew’s suffocating parameters, viewing his territorial lockouts as an administrative failure. But as the iron gates of the estate loomed in the distance—already blown wide open, with frontline tactical units swarming the gravel—the cold, calculat
MATHEWThe moment Louis said those words, every sound inside the warehouse seemed to disappear.The criminals were still zip-tied.Security was still cataloging evidence.Somebody was arguing over a laptop in the corner.But all I heard was Louis."You aren't going to like the answer."Beside me, Ciara went completely still.That was never a good sign.I tightened my grip on her hand."Who?" I asked.Louis didn't answer immediately.Which was somehow worse.The man never hesitated.If Louis was hesitating, then whatever was inside those files was bad."Louis."He rubbed the back of his neck.Then looked directly at Ciara."The money came from one of your dead brother's old accounts."Silence.Ciara blinked once.Then twice."No, that doesn't make sense. His brother has been dead for years. Why is any of his accounts still active?""The account was dormant until now.""No.""The money trail is clean.""No."I looked at her and felt like someone had punched a hole through solid ground b
CIARA"Yoh babes can you hear me?" I rolled my eyes "Yes Carlista I heard you the first time I'm on live feed."The moment I walked out of Horizon Holdings carrying a baseball bat, Louis knew something was wrong."Absolutely not."I kept walking.The afternoon sun bounced off the glass towers surrounding us.Employees scattered out of my way.Some looked confused, others looked terrified and a few looked excited."Ciara.""No.""You're carrying a bat.""Excellent observation, Louis.""Why are you carrying a bat?""Because I'm going to hit someone with it and it's on live feed."Louis closed his eyes.Behind him, Mathew made a sound that suggested his soul had just left his body."Sweetheart.""No.""Sweetheart.""No.""Please stop walking."I stopped.They both looked relieved.Then I pointed at my tablet."The signal moved."Louis looked down.His expression changed immediately."The coordinates updated.""Exactly."The trace we'd launched from Horizon's servers had worked.The syndi
CIARAI stepped back from the glass window, my fingers immediately moving to tuck my navy silk blouse back into the waistband of my trousers with mechanical precision. My shoulder throbbed, a sharp, reminder of the price of vulnerability, but I ignored it. I picked up my reading glasses from the mahogany table, slid them over the bridge of my nose, and reached for my digital tablet. The corporate ice was back, thicker and more unyielding than before."Louis," I said, my voice cutting through the high-decibel hum of the boardroom as I tapped into the secure server logs. "Route the data stream from the drive directly to my terminal. Isolate the signal through our secondary Swiss firewall before you execute the decryption sequence.""Their location was locked down, he needs to go now if he wants to catch them." Louis’s voice crackled through the intercom, steady and precise. "The encryption layout is dense. It’s a multi-layered sovereign algorithm. Whoever left this behind wasn't just tr
MATHEW"Out."The word didn't leave my throat as a shout. Carlista froze with her porcelain espresso cup halfway to her lips, her dark eyes flashing as she calculated the exact atmospheric pressure of the room. Mary shrank back into her leather chair, her hands instantly flying back down to cover her stomach, her face draining of what little color she had left after her reunion with Ciara."Mathew," Mary stammered, her voice a fragile, trembling squeak. "We were just—""I said get out," I repeated, my boots thudding heavily against the polished floor as I stepped into the room, my massive frame completely cutting off the exit line to the elevators. I didn't look at my sister. I didn't look at the bride. My eyes were locked onto the woman standing at the head of the table, whose navy silk blouse looked entirely too pristine for someone who had just breached my frontline security parameters. "Both of you. Now.""Mathew, you are executing an extreme level of unvetted aggression in my of
CIARAThe vibrations of the twin-cylinder engine were still echoing through my bones long after I had cut the ignition of the Ducati in the subterranean executive garage.The seventy-mile sprint from Surrey to the London headquarters of Horizon Holdings had been an absolute necessity for my mental stability. For two months, I had been suffocated by a perimeter of iron, trapped under the hyper-vigilant, suffocating shadow of Mathew’s fear. But the moment the cold air hit my face at ninety miles an hour on the open tarmac, the thick, heavy fog of domestic confinement had finally shattered. I was back in my domain.I stood in the center of the sleek, glass-walled boardroom on the fiftieth floor, my navy silk blouse tucked perfectly into my high-waisted charcoal trousers. My left shoulder ached with a dull, throapy throb beneath the fabric—a lingering reminder of the bullet I had taken—but my posture was entirely rigid, my reading glasses slid firmly onto the bridge of my nose as I watche
CIARA"My entire penthouse looks like a cartoon ground.""He's got your stubborn streak, you know," Carlista murmured, stepping up beside me and handing me a glass of champagne. She nodded toward the lawn, where Adam was aggressively defending his birthday cake from a French bulldog. "Look at him.
CIARA "Please... how the hell he thinks I'd actually go on a date with him for real is beyond my imagination. I don't even like the guy." I tossed my phone onto the glossy tabletop, the screen buzzing with a final, unread text from Carlista. I didn't need to read it to know what my best friend wa
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t







