All Chapters of SIR: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed?!”Eli slowly relaxes the palm clamped over Lucia’s mouth, darting his eyes toward the open space of the warehouse where the card players continue their loud banter.Lucia twists around in the narrow gap and to Eli’s shock, she throws her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face into the collar of his jacket. The unfiltered relief radiating from her body catches him completely off guard, instantly melting his panic.He wraps his arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against him feeling a profound relief of his own as his chin rests in her hair. Then she suddenly pulls away from his chest and clears her throat as she fixes her clothing.“Sorry,” she mutters with a flush. “Adrenaline response.”Eli drops his gaze to the small figure standing silently behind her. Lucas is trembling as he clutches his sister’s shirt. Eli drops to one knee, pulling the boy into a brief, firm embrace.“You alright?” he asks quietly.Luc

“Well, well, well.”The voice comes from somewhere behind the cluster of men, cutting through the noise. The men pull back, not all the way but enough, and the grey-haired man in the expensive suit walks through the space they leave him unhurriedly, looking at the two of us with genuine entertainment.“Long time no see, Arden,” he says pleasantly. “I have to say, I didn’t anticipate the ear. That is commitment.”How the hell does Eli know this man?Eli is on his knees, breathing carefully. He looks at the man with an expression that is not fear and not defeat and is, in fact, the most purely homicidal thing I have ever seen on a human face.“Fuck you, Carver,” he says through blood stained teeth. “We both know I’m the one you want. Let her go.”​“Aw… how cute. I actually admire the profound love you two share,” the man – Carver – says, a cold smirk on his thin lips as he stops beside Eli’s unmoving body. “It is really quite touching. A true tragedy, though.”​I try to break free, twis

The hallway outside David Reid’s office is twelve feet long and Elias has walked it approximately four hundred times since he took this job, but it has never felt quite this long before. He spent the last three days in the medical wing while a doctor he had never met stitched his calf and rebandaged his chest, and he used every one of those hours trying to construct a version of events that David would accept. The problem with constructing lies for a man like David Reid is that David has spent four decades in rooms full of people lying to him and has consequently developed a sensitivity to it that borders on supernatural. The uncle story is dead. Elias knows that. What he needs now is something that sits close enough to the truth that David’s instincts don’t fire, but far enough from it that the full picture stays buried. He knocks twice and opens the door. David is sitting behind his desk, staring down at a stack of financial portfolios before looking up with freezing intensit

“We need to get her into therapy, David,” my mother’s voice drifts up the hallway as I make my way downstairs in the morning . “I think she needs professional help. Since she got back, she’s not eating properly, she doesn’t speak to anyone and she barely leaves her room.” I pause on the bottom step, leaning my head against the cool molding, listening to my parents’ voices as they construct a fortress of clinical solutions around my life.“Don’t you think it’s a little extreme, though?” Dad argues. “Maybe she just needs a little time to come to terms with what happened. Besides, you know your daughter very well. She won’t easily agree to this.”“That’s exactly the problem!” Mom’s whisper is slightly raised now. “She agrees with everything these days. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Yes Mom’. ‘Are you skipping school today?’ ‘Yes Dad’. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Yes yes yes! It’s almost like she’s operating on autopilot and that is not the daughter we raised!” A brief pause. “What if they… Davi

A/N: Hi guys Whew. Writing these last few chapters has felt a lot like repeatedly stabbing myself in the eye with a blunt toothpick. Eli and Lucia are my babies, and I have been dragging them through the trenches lately Eli got exposed and expelled. Lucia lost her friends, and both of them got their hearts ripped out while everything else was falling apart around them. It's been a rough week for everybody involved, especially me :( But now I need to know... Do you think Eli deserved what happened? Should Lucia ever forgive him? Should Eli come back to the Reid house? And most importantly... What exactly do you think David is hiding? 👀 Drop your thoughts, theories, predictions, angry rants, emotional support speeches, and conspiracy theories in the comments because I genuinely want to hear them. For now though... Enjoy, sinners ~ The hallway feels different without him in it. I noticed it the moment I walked through the main entrance this morning, this low, ambient