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eighty one

Chapter Eighty-One : Cole pov The morning after Jay's art show, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened. The show. The six paintings sold. My father's face when he saw the studio full of people.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Made coffee.The phone rang at 8am. My father."Cole," he said. His voice was different. Tight. "I need you to come home.""What's wrong?""It's the business. David Chen. He's trying to take over.""Take over?""He's been buying shares. Quietly. Behind my back. He thinks I don't know.""How many shares does he have?""Enough to call a vote. Enough to push me out."I sat down. "When?""Next week. There's a meeting. I need you there.""I'll be there.""Bring Jay.""I will."He hung up.Jay walked

eighty two

Chapter Eighty-Two :Jay pov The morning after the meeting, I woke up to sunlight on my face and Cole's arm around my waist. The guest house was quiet. The birds were singing. My father's house was still. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there thinking about everything that had happened. David Chen. The shareholders. Cole standing up in that room. The way his voice didn't shake. "You're awake," Cole mumbled. "I'm awake." "You're thinking." "I'm always thinking." "Too loud." I smiled. "Go back to sleep." "Can't. Too awake now." He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair. "You were amazing yesterday," I said. "I was terrified." "You didn't look terrified." "I'm a good actor." "You're a good person." "Same thing." "It's not." "It is." The phone rang at 9am. Richard. "Jay," he said. "How are you?" "Good. Tired. Cole is still sleeping." "He deserves the rest. Yesterday was hard." "It was." "I've been thinking about what happened. About David."

eighty three

Chapter Eighty-Three : Cole pov Rain hit the window. Hard. Fast. The kind of rain that meant summer was over.I was already awake. Had been for hours. The meeting with David Chen kept playing in my head. The way he smiled. The way he said this isn't over. The way my father's hands shook when he signed the papers.Jay was still asleep. His arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him.The phone buzzed. My father."Cole. You up?""Been up.""Can't sleep?""Can't stop thinking about David.""Neither can I. But we won. Remember that.""He said it wasn't over.""Men like him always say that. Doesn't make it true."I sat up. Rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?""Early. I wanted to catch you before practice.""Practice isn't for hours.""I know. I wanted to tell you something.""What?""I'm proud of you. Not for standing up to David. For coming home. For being there. For being my son."I didn't know what to say."You don't have to answer," he

eighty four

Chapter Eighty-Four : Jay povThe studio felt different after David Chen.Not the space itself. The walls were still white. The windows still tall. The light still good. But something had shifted. The air was lighter. Like the building had been holding its breath and finally let go.I stood in front of a blank canvas. Brush in hand. Paint on the palette. Nothing came.For an hour, I just stood there. Staring. Waiting.Rivera walked in. She didn't knock anymore. Just appeared."You're stuck," she said."I'm thinking.""Same thing.""It's not."She walked to the window. Looked out at the street. "What's wrong?""I don't know how to paint anymore.""You've been painting your whole life.""I've been painting fear. Anger. Struggle. Now I don't have those things.""So paint something else.""I don't know what."Rivera turned to face me. "Then don't paint. Live. Feel. Let the work come to you.""When?""When you're ready."Cole came to the studio after practice.He was tired. His hair was we

eighty five

Chapter Eighty-Five :Cole pov The arena was loud. Playoffs were coming. Every game mattered. Every shift mattered. Every mistake mattered.I was on the ice. The puck was on my stick. The net was in front of me. I shot. The goalie saved it. I shot again. The goalie saved it again. I shot a third time. The goalie didn't save it.The red light went on. The crowd erupted. My teammates mobbed me.We won. 4-2.After the game, Jay found me."You scored," he said."I scored.""In overtime.""In overtime."He hugged me. "I'm proud of you.""Thank you.""I love you.""I love you too."The locker room was loud. Guys were celebrating. Coach was smiling. Liam was pouring water on my head."You're different," Liam said."Different how?""Calmer. Like you're not fighting something anymore.""I'm not.""What changed?"I thought about it. "Jay. The studio. My father. Everything."Liam nodded. "Good. Keep it."I drove home. The streets were empty. The stars were out.Jay was in the studio. Painting."

eighty six

Chapter Eighty-Six :Jay pov The studio was empty when I walked in.Not empty like before. Empty like waiting. The walls were white. The windows were tall. The light was good. A new canvas sat on the easel. Blank. Ready.I stood in front of it for a long time. Brush in hand. Paint on the palette. Nothing came.Cole had won the Cup last night. Again. I was proud. Happy. Grateful. But the woman in my head was quiet. She wasn't hiding. She was resting."You're not painting," Rivera said. She was standing in the doorway."I'm thinking.""About what?""The next one. I don't know what to paint.""You always know.""Not this time."Rivera walked to the window. Looked out at the street. "Then don't paint. Live. Feel. Let the work come to you.""When?""When you're ready."Cole came to the studio after practice.He was tired. His hair was wet. His eyes were red. He sat on the floor. Leaned against the wall."You're not painting," he said."I'm thinking.""About what?""The next one. I don't kn

eighty seven

Chapter Eighty-Seven :Cole pov Elena Vasquez walked into my father's office like she already owned it.She was tall. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. Her suit was expensive. Her shoes were quiet on the floor. She didn't smile. Didn't need to."Mr. Ashford," she said to my father."Elena. Thank you for coming.""Thank you for the opportunity."My father gestured to me. "This is my son, Cole.""Cole." She nodded. Didn't offer her hand."Elena.""I've watched you play.""I hope you've watched me win."She almost smiled. Almost. "I have."My father cleared his throat. "Elena is taking over the day-to-day. I'm stepping back.""Fully?" I asked."Fully."Elena looked at him. "You've earned it.""I've earned the rest."Jay was in the studio when I got home.He was standing in front of a canvas. The painting of Cole lifting the Cup was on the wall. Finished. Framed."How was the meeting?" he asked."Good. Strange. My father is really retiring.""That's what he said he was going to do.""I know. I didn'

eighty eight

Chapter Eighty-Eight : Jay pov Elena Vasquez had been running the company for three weeks when the first letter arrived.It was addressed to Richard. No return address. Postmarked from a city no one had heard of. Inside was a single sheet of paper. Typewritten. No signature.You think you're safe. You're not.Richard called me first. Not Cole. Me."Jay. I need you to see something.""What is it?""I can't explain over the phone. Come to the house."I told Cole I was going to the studio. Didn't mention the letter. Didn't want to worry him.The drive to Richard's house took three hours. I spent most of it thinking about David Chen. His smile. His cold eyes. The way he said this isn't over.Richard was waiting on the porch."Show me," I said.He handed me the letter. I read it twice."You think it's David?""I know it's David.""What does he want?""To scare me. To remind me he's still there."I folded the letter. Handed it back. "Then don't let him."I stayed at the house for two days.

eighty nine

Chapter Eighty-Nine :Cole pov The detective's name was Maria. She was short, dark hair, sharp eyes. She didn't smile much. Didn't need to. Her voice was calm. Her questions were precise."You're sure it's David Chen?" she asked."I'm sure," my father said."Evidence?""The letters. The postmark. The tone.""That's circumstantial.""It's enough."Maria looked at me. "What do you think?""I think my father is scared. I've never seen him scared.""That's not evidence.""It's motive."Maria was quiet for a moment. "I'll look into it."She left.My father sat in his chair. Stared at the wall."Dad.""Cole.""We're going to get him.""You don't know that.""I know. Because I won't let him win."Jay was in the kitchen. Making coffee."How are you?" I asked."Tired.""Scared?""Terrified.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."He handed me a cup. "What did the detective say?""She's looking into it.""That's not enough.""I know."Jay leaned against the counter. "What do we do?""We wait.""I'm

ninety

Chapter Ninety : Cole pov The envelope arrived on a Tuesday. No postmark. No return address. Someone had slid it under the door of the apartment while we were asleep.Jay found it first. He was barefoot, still in his sleep clothes, coffee cup in hand. He picked it up like it might bite him."What is it?" I asked."I don't know.""Open it."He opened it. A single sheet of paper. Typewritten. No signature.You think you're safe. You're not. I know where you live. I know where you sleep. I know who you love.Jay's hands were shaking."Give it to me."He gave it to me. I read it twice. Three times."David," I said."It has to be.""He's been quiet for weeks.""He's been waiting."I called Maria."Another letter," I said."Read it to me."I read it."Don't touch it," she said. "I'm sending someone to collect it.""When?""Today.""He knows where we live.""I know.""He knows where we sleep.""I know.""He knows who I love."Maria was quiet for a moment. "Then protect them."I hung up. Jay

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