SophiaThe cold night air wraps around me as I step out of the safe house, but the chill running through my veins has nothing to do with the temperature. The city hums in the background, distant and unaware of the battle brewing in its shadows. I grip my coat tightly, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Nathan let me go."Chloe’s words play on a loop in my head, each repetition another reminder that something isn’t right. Nathan never lets go of leverage. He never surrenders control. Which means he didn’t need Chloe anymore—because he has something bigger.Alex walks beside me, his posture rigid, his mind undoubtedly racing in the same direction as mine. His sharp eyes scan the street, his body tense as if waiting for an unseen threat to materialize.“We need to move,” Bellion says from the car ahead. His voice is calm, steady. But I know him well enough to recognize the slight edge in his tone. Even he can feel it—something is shifting.Alex and I exchange a glance before sliding into
SophiaThe dock looms ahead, bathed in the glow of scattered floodlights. The scent of salt and gasoline hangs thick in the air, blending with the distant hum of cargo ships cutting through the dark waters. The entire place is crawling with Nathan’s men—armed, efficient, and ready.Nathan knew we were coming.I feel it in my bones, the undeniable certainty that we’ve walked into something more than just a weapons smuggling operation. He isn’t just moving product—he’s making a statement.And if we don’t act fast, it’s going to be in blood.Alex crouches beside me behind the stack of shipping containers, his eyes scanning the dock’s layout. “We count at least fifteen guards patrolling, plus whoever is inside.”Bellion’s voice is calm in our earpieces. “Your window is closing. If you’re making a move, it has to be now.”I exhale slowly, gripping my gun tighter. We’re outnumbered, but we’ve never let that stop us before.“We split up,” I say, my voice low but firm. “Alex, you take the eas
SophiaNathan’s smirk tightens as his finger presses down on the detonator.The blinking red lights surrounding the warehouse pulse in unison, their glow reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes.He’s baiting us.Nathan Carter doesn’t set off explosives without an audience.And we’re the ones playing right into his hands.Alex stiffens beside me, his gun steady in his grip. His muscles are taut, his stance predatory. He’s waiting for the right moment to strike. But I know Nathan better than that.Nathan isn’t reckless.He doesn’t bluff.And right now, the only thing keeping us alive is the fact that he still wants something.Nathan tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering across his face. “You seem awfully calm for someone about to watch everything they love burn.”I don’t rise to the bait.Because that’s exactly what he wants.I take a slow step forward. “If you were going to kill us, you would have done it already.”His fingers flex around the detonator, but his smirk doesn’t f
SophiaThe moment the countdown stopped, the air in the warehouse shifted. Silence stretched, thick and unyielding, as if the universe itself had paused, waiting to see what would happen next.Nathan stood motionless, his smirk still lingering, but something flickered in his eyes—something close to frustration. He hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t expected me to win.For the first time in this game we'd played, I saw the cracks in his perfect control.Alex still had the gun pressed to Nathan's temple, his breath steady, his grip tight. I could see the math in his eyes—whether killing Nathan here, now, would subtract from or add to our problems.I already knew the answer.It wouldn't be enough.It had taken Nathan years to construct his empire, ringing the city with his power like an impenetrable fist. Assassinating him would only make him a martyr to the citizens who still remained faithful to him.We had to dismantle him piece by piece.Destroy him in a way he could never recover fr
SophiaCity lights streaked across the car window, neon smudges against the black ink of night. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us, thick with all we had not said and tension that refused to disperse.Nathan had lost.But why did it seem like we were still caught up in his game?I curled my fingers around the detonator, its smooth edges cold in my hand. Its power should have been satisfying. The way Nathan's smirk had faltered, the way his shoulders had stiffened when he'd realized I'd outmaneuvered him.But his parting words gave me hesitation."You think you've won?"Alex was beside me, his form coiled in repressed anger, his amber eyes fixed ahead. His knuckles were white on his knee, his fingers twitching as though he was struggling not to pull a gun on the air itself.I exhaled slowly. "Say it."His head moved slightly, his jaw tight. "Say what?""That you think I should have let you kill him."Alex's mouth opened, then closed again. He inhaled through his nostri
SophiaI barely slept.Chloe's voice lingered in my mind like a dirge. Not the threat, but the words. Not the implication—that it was going to happen. But the finality of it."Tyler's going to steal something from you. This time, it's personal."She'd smiled when she spoke. Not with menace—but at last.And that frightened me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against my knee. The city outside the hotel window was already awake, the skyline burning with streaks of early morning light.Alex remained sleeping on the couch, his shirt unlatched at the collar, his face serene in a way that did not usually happen when he was awake. He had remained sitting with me for the majority of the night, observing, waiting—aware I would never reveal to him what was really bothering me.Because I had no idea how to tell him.For the first time since this war began, I wasn't sure I was prepared for what lay ahead.Nathan's always played a game of power, a game of dominati
SophiaThe orphanage retained the scent of smoke. It clung to the walls, to the furniture, to the air that I inhaled, like a reminder of what had happened.I stood in the remains of what had been the children's library, my fists clenched at my hips. The bookshelves were burnt half-way, some scattered on the floor, their cracked and blackened spines gleaming. Ash swirled in the sun through the shattered windows, coating the desecrated remains of the world I'd built for them.For them.And Nathan had laid waste to it.I gasped hard through my nose, trying to suppress the anger raging hotter than the fire that had nearly consumed this structure.Behind me, Mrs. Peterson crossed her arms, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "They could have died, Sophia. If we hadn't smelled the smoke in time..." Her voice broke. She took a shuddering breath, fighting to continue. "Whoever did this wanted to make a point. And we both know who that is."I already did.I turned around, my face c
SophiaI stood in the doorway of my office, looking out over the city I had fought so long to reclaim. The skyline burned gold in the early evening light, the glass towers creating the illusion of tranquility. But inside me, inside this war I was waging, it was anything but peaceful.Nathan had begun it, setting fire to the orphanage, and I had retaliated. A move for a move. A game of burn and destroy.But now we were past retaliating.This was no longer a battle.It was a reckoning.A gentle knock at the door snapped me out of my trance. Bellion entered, his face as serene as ever, but his eyes sharp. "It's done."I turned to face him, my fists curled around the edge of my desk. "And?"Bellion gave me a black leather folder. "The case is airtight. Offshore accounts. Illegal arms dealings. Bribes. This—" He tapped the folder. "—is what takes Nathan Carter down."I exhaled slowly, heart rate consistent. "Then we run it."Bellion hesitated, and that was so out of character that I notice
AlexAs the sun dipped below the ridge, the entire forest was holding its breath. The news was out. The world had seen it.We waited now.We didn't say much that evening. I watched Sophia sitting against the rig's weathered hull, legs outstretched, one hand resting low on her belly as if a secret. She wasn't conscious that she did this. As if her body already knew there was something, someone... growing inside her.God.I hadn't made up my mind what to do with that information.Every time I looked at her, I saw the woman who might bring down empires. And now, I also saw what weight she carried. Not of blood or of lineage. But of the life we might have lived.And I wasn't ready for it.Not because I didn't want it.Because I wasn't sure that I deserved it.Sophia looked up, noticing me staring at her. "You okay?" she asked, her voice cheerful, but there was tension brewing just below the surface, like a note sustained too long.I nodded. "Just thinking."She cocked an eyebrow. "Dangero
SophiaThe cabin felt smaller than it previously had.It wasn't just the walls closing in. It was the weight of his words—"We expose him tomorrow"—and the sound of Nathan on the radio, painting me as a saboteur. Every shadow was more pronounced, every breath harder.I woke up before dawn again, the cold wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Lina was still asleep on the worn rug, curled up in a ball as if she could wish herself away. I walked outside silently. The forest was wet—dew droplets on every leaf, the world trembling with possibility.I clamped my hand across my stomach as a second wave of nausea washed over me. The pregnancy was still a secret that Alex and I shared, and I hated how it seemed to grow with every passing day. Fatigue engulfed me like a blanket that I couldn't shake; my body no longer belonged just to Sophia.I didn't say that fear to Alex yet. I wrapped my arms around myself as wind blew across my shoulders and stared at the mist.A stick snapped behind me. I tur
SophiaThe note was short.A lone digit. Four figures.But it might have been thunder.I scowled at the crackling radio, my heart racing so violently it was a countdown. The air inside the cabin stirred. As if the woods outside sensed that something had changed."They heard us," I whispered again, this time almost to myself.Alex nodded once, his hand still light on my wrist. "Someone on the board. Someone still alive."I didn't answer. My eyes were on Lina, who hadn't stirred, still huddled on the floor in the blanket like a shadow pretending to be a child. My heart skipped a beat.There was a war coming. And now that someone on the inside had responded, it wasn’t just going to be fought with guns and secrets.It would be fought with truth.And truth always demands sacrifice.Alex turned back to the transmitter, fingers working with tense precision. “I’m gonna send a cipher. If they’re listening, they’ll know it’s me.”“You’re sure it’s safe?”“I’m sure it’s necessary.”I observed hi
SophiaThe ridge fell away from us as we traveled further into the forest.It was as if I was leaving behind a piece of myself that I had not yet become. A piece that maybe would never have the chance to be if we didn't move quicker, smarter. If we didn't succeed.Alex led us down a ravine lined with moss and fog. Lina sat silently on the rig, her small hands grasping the frame as if she understood the world could break at any second. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.I had no idea what we were going towards.But I knew what we were leaving behind.Ashes.And maybe that was enough for now.Following another mile, we encountered a narrow path branching off to the left, almost covered by bushes. Alex pulled up, looking at it."I recognize this path," he said. "Bellion told me about an old safehouse out here. Abandoned, off-grid, analog through and through. If it exists in one piece.""It's ours," I finished.He nodded. "We go subterranean. Reconstitute. And call out."I glanced over
AlexShe slept in my arms.That never used to happen.Not when she'd wake with fists bunched and lungs half to shout. Not when every creak of metal was danger and every nightmare ended in blood.Now, though?Now Sophia burrowed into me like I was something secure.I wasn't.Not exactly.But I'd die trying to be.The fire from earlier had burned low, soft coals glowing under a ring of stones we’d found in the clearing. Lina was still curled beside the rig, breathing even. For now, the world was quiet.Too quiet.I kept my eyes on the treeline, but my thoughts stayed tangled in her.She spasmed in her sleep, forehead creasing. I stroked her hair. Wet with perspiration, matted from the run. But still soft. Still hers.God, how she'd kissed me before.It hadn't been a kiss.It had been surrender.Not to me.To hope.I had no idea how much I'd needed it.Something rustled at the edge of the clearing. My hand went to my blade, slow, silent. But it was only a fox, limping, half-starved. It s
SophiaWe ran.Not like we used to, with fear chewing at our ankles and the past choking our airways... but with purpose.The tunnel went down, curved and ancient, rusted metal arches vaulting overhead like the skeleton of some long-dead giant. The air was colder here. Damp with memory. Each step echoed too loudly, as if we were already dead.But I wasn't dying here.Not again.Alex brushed against my shoulder as we swung around a tight curve, squeezing under a low-slung pipe. The emergency rig puffed behind us, rolling on automatic tracks with pods secured inside. Bellion had calibrated it to my bio-readings, it would follow me anywhere.Good.Because I wasn't going to stop.Not until they were safe.Alex reached forward and slapped the override on the next gate passage, and it buzzed in rage before sliding open. His jaw was clamped shut again. That look he has when something inside of him is breaking and he doesn't want anyone to see it.Too late.I saw it.Each crack. Each falter.
AlexShe didn't let me go. Not right away.And I didn't ask her to.Her heartbeat thudded against my chest, steady now—like the system inside her had come to terms with the world outside of her. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, Sophia's body leaned into mine not as if she were falling apart, but as if she had finally stood.I'd had broken people before. I'd pulled people back from dying in blood and flames. But this? This wasn't the same.This was a girl who'd died in pieces, a thousand shattered fragments of her, to have one breath for herself, alone.And in that breath—I fell harder.She looked at me, lashes heavy, that spark of after-sync light still flickering behind her eyes."How long was I asleep?" she asked.Long enough that Bellion became agitated and threatened to boil the entire system," I told her, sweeping a lock of hair out of her face.She snorted something that might have been a laugh. "He still around?""Yeah. Glowering in the corner like a paranoid g
SophiaI awoke with static in my mouth.Not pain. Not breath. Not even blood.Just. silence.Another type.Not the type that exists after screaming or before rain. The type that is like stepping outside of your body and the universe hasn't blinked. A void where sound is supposed to be. Where memory is supposed to be.And then...His voice.Frantic. Distant. Cutting through numbness like a wire scraping sparks."Sophia."The world came back in pieces.My name.The shake in it.His fingers on my face."Sophia, look at me... hey, stay with me."My eyes bladed open.Not light.Not dark.A blur of both.Shapes, motion, warmth. His face came into focus first. Not the angles. Not the sharpness. Just the eyes.God, those eyes.Blue spat with desperation, edged in terror he no longer bothered concealing. He resembled a man who'd screamed for decades. Who hadn't drawn breath since I fell. I attempted to speak and only produced a rasp.Alex caught it nevertheless."You're okay," he said—to hims
SophiaThey say the body remembers what the mind is too afraid to speak.Mine remembered everything.The moment we stepped into the east tunnel, my breath caught up. Not from running, not from terror—but from something deeper. Like my cells hummed with a vibration I had not learned. The kind of rhythm that only occurs when something ancient is stirring within you.Alex stayed close. Too close. Close enough that the heat of his chest brushed against my back with every stumble on the uneven ground. His hand never quite touched me, yet the space between us hummed with a tension so alive it had my heart racing.Ahead, Bellion led the way, the old lantern he carried casting long, leaping shadows on the stone walls.Behind me, Ember moved soundlessly. Her bare feet were silent, but I could feel her in my blood—like an echo I hadn't asked for but couldn't silence. She was getting stronger. So was I. Too fast. Too connected. The air in the tunnel thickened, acrid with the metallic tang o