MasukDAMIEN'S POV I push open the door to my office and walk straight to the desk papers are spread everywhere financial records, legal documents, and shareholder lists. I need to get things handled. I need to take control back but I can't focus. I keep thinking about Cassian. My friend for years, We grew up together, we were a trio Cassain,Rose and I. We were inseparable and then we both fell for Rose. It was a friendly competition for her attention and I won. He was cool with it or so I thought. And that day happened, we were in a shootout and we ran into a building. And the rival gang set the place on fire Marcus knocks and steps inside and interrupts "Sir, the shareholders have been pacified for now. But Isabella is still making moves. She's been meeting with people. Planting doubts." "I know." I run a hand through my hair. "We need to stay ahead of her." "What's our next move?" I pause. I think about Samson. About the information he has. About the way he looked at me when
CASSIAN'S POV The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city far below. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, phone still clutched in my hand long after Samson’s call had ended. Such a fool. Samson had always been reckless, but this? Getting himself caught like a common thug? After everything I had built, after all the years of careful planning? I had him but he just had to be reckless and ruin my plans. I slammed the phone down on the marble counter so hard the screen cracked. The sound satisfied me for half a second before the rage returned. I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid sloshing in the glass. I downed it in one swallow and poured another. The burn did nothing to cool the fire in my chest. I had warned him. I had told him Damien Cross was not to be underestimated. That the man was slippery, always one step ahead, and yet Samson had walked right into his trap because he was arrogant and underestimated him What an arrogant idiot. His own
SAMSON'S POV The interrogation room was blinding. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry insects trapped in glass. The white walls felt like they were closing in. A metal table was bolted to the floor in the center of the room and two detectives sat across from me like they actually thought they could break me. My shoulder burned from the gunshot wound. My face was swollen and bruised from the beating Damien gave me before they dragged me away. Every breath sent sharp pain through my ribs. But I leaned back in the uncomfortable chair with cuffs biting into my wrists and smiled at them like we were having a friendly chat. “Mr. Samson,” the older detective began, sliding a thick folder across the table. “You’ve got quite the rap sheet. Private security. Weapons trafficking. Assault. Kidnapping. You want to tell us why you were running a full compound full of armed men out in the middle of nowhere?” I didn’t answer right away. I just kept smiling, letting the silence st
LEAH'S POV I got out of the Uber and stepped into the hospital. I've hated the smell of hospitals since I was younger. I stopped at the front desk first. A tired-looking nurse was typing on her computer. “Excuse me,” I said quietly. “I’m looking for Jeremy Hale. He was brought in after a shooting.” The nurse glanced up at me, then at the bruise on my cheek. “Are you okay?” She asked, reaching to touch the bruise on my lips. I instinctively took a step back avoiding her “Yes I'm good thanks for asking. I'm looking for Jeremy Hale.” "Alright, Honey Let me check… Room 317. Down the hall, take the elevator to the third floor and turn left.” “Thank you.” I stopped at the gift shop on the first floor and bought the only decent thing I could find — a small basket with snacks, a paperback thriller, and a bottle of water. It felt too small for what Jeremy had done, but it was something. We had never been truly close. He was just someone who had been pulled into our chaos. Still, I o
LEAH'S POV I wake to birds chirping outside the window. Sunlight cuts across the room too bright. Every inch of my body protests as I push myself up. My ribs ache with each breath. My head throbs. For a long moment, I sit on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. I wish I could disappear back under the covers. But I cannot hide in this room forever. I move to the mirror. The girl looking back at me is a stranger with swollen eyes, a lip split, and a dark bruise blooms across my cheek. I touch it carefully and wince. Dried blood cracks on my lip. I look exactly like what I am. Someone who barely survived. I splash cold water on my face. I drag my fingers through my tangled hair and leave it at that. No makeup. No hiding. The house is quiet but smells like coffee I follow the smell of coffee into the kitchen. Emily stands at the stove scrambling eggs. "Leah" she says softly. "You are up. How are you feeling?" "I am managing." I pour myself a cup of coffee and wrap my hand
DAMIEN'S POV The room feels too small with all of us in it. I stand by the window trying to keep my face blank, but my blood is boiling. Ethan just pulled Leah into his arms like he’s the only one who’s allowed to care. Like I didn’t risk everything to get her back. I watch her lean into him. I watch her close her eyes for a second. It feels like someone is twisting a knife in my chest. Leah stands there looking pale and tired. The bruise on her cheek and the cut on her lip make my hands itch to hit something preferably the people who put them there. "Leah," Mom says softly from the other couch while she holds Sophie. "You should sit down. You've been through hell." Leah sits and winces. Emily gives her water. The silence in the room is thick. Ethan is staring at the floor like he’s barely holding it together. I haven’t moved. I know I look cold. Controlled. That’s the only way I know how to be when everything is falling apart. "I'm sorry," Leah says, her voice rough. "I didn'
DAMIEN POVI keep adjusting my posture on the couch that is too small for me.I hang my legs over the armrest every move I make sends an ache through my bandaged ribs.I should be in my own bed in my penthouse, surrounded by silence and space that doesn't smell like cheap detergent and leftover tak
UNKNOWN POVUnder the harsh white glare of the floodlights, the private jet waits on the Miami Executive Airport tarmac.The humid night air is filled with a steady, low rumble as the engines idle. With his jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, Damien Cross rushes across the asphalt in his rum
Leah POV I step inside and close the door behind me, leaning against it for a second as the lock clicks into place. I can hear Emily and Damien going down the stairs, They must have waited until they knew I was safely inside before they left. The thought settles in my chest like something warm and
Damien POV I just nod in response, not taking his hand.I turn to Leah. “What happened here?"I asked.She doesn’t meet my eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbles.I step closer and hold her jaw tilting her face up so she has no choice but to look at me.“I said what happened here?” I asked again.Her ey







