Pachi's revelation hit like a thunderbolt, shattering the room's fragile calm. "Carlos has joined the Sanchez gang," he announced, his voice heavy with concern. "They're planning to target Don Chappo and Nathan's clubs and casinos."For a moment, the words hung in the air, their full weight not yet sinking in. I felt Nathan's grip on me tighten, his body tensing as the implications registered. "You're sure about this?" Nathan's voice was low, edged with a steely resolve.Pachi nodded, his expression grave. "I've got reliable information. Carlos is deeply involved with the Sanchez gang now, and they're plotting to undermine your operations."A surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Carlos, the man I once loved, now entangled with a dangerous gang, aiming to destroy the very establishments that had become my sanctuary. I glanced up at Nathan, searching for guidance, for reassurance.Nathan's eyes met mine, a storm of determination brewing within them. "We need to act swiftly," he
As I walked into the office, I immediately spotted Rose. She glanced at me as I approached, a subtle smile forming on her lips, though it was clear she had something weighing on her mind. Rose had always been a key figure in the company, the go-to person for anything related to its inner workings, especially with her direct ties to Steve. But today, I had a different agenda."Rose," I said, softly but firmly, as I sat across from her. "I need to talk to you."Her eyes flipped with curiosity. “Of course, what is it?”“So how’s Steve?” I asked.“Since when did you start caring about him?” she asked jokingly, and I knew I had to go straight to the point with her.I leaned forward, lowering my voice even though we were alone. “I know you work for Steve, but I need to know where your true loyalties lie. Things are getting... complicated.”Rose leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. There was a moment of hesitation before she spoke, but her voice was resolute when she finally answered
The atmosphere in Café De Royal's VIP section was filled with tension. The soft golden lights reflected off the dark leather seats, and the faint hum of jazz music in the background seemed almost mocking, given the gravity of the conversation about to unfold. Pachi was discreet as he personally escorted us to the section, aware that this wasn’t a casual meeting. His eyes met mine briefly before he left, a look of concern flashing across his face. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I sat across from Carlos. We were no longer ordinary customers because of the people we now work for.He leaned back in his chair, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just turned his life over to a gang. His posture screamed arrogance, but beneath it, I saw the same man I had once loved—someone now lost in a world of false promises and dangerous alliances.“Carlos,” I started, my voice steady, though my insides churned. “You need to leave me alone. This, or whatever you're doing with
Lisa smiled at me, her expression brightening in a way that caught me off guard. "I’m so glad to see you two working things out again," she said, her tone light and cheerful as if we were old friends reconnecting.I stared at her in disbelief, my mind racing. Did she really think that? Did she not see how frail the threads of our past were, how easily they could snap? “You really think this is ‘working things out’?” I replied, incredulous. “When you’re done screwing Carlos, you can call me to continue the conversation.”Carlos shifted beside me, his jaw tightening. “Stop,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “Stop what, exactly? Being honest? Or are you saying I should stop calling out your bullshit?”Lisa shifted uncomfortably, her confident smile faltering as she glanced between us. The atmosphere was charged with tension, her earlier joy dissolving into a thin veneer of awkwardness. “Maybe I should just- -”Pachi stepped out from the back
As I sat on the edge of the bed with Nathan, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over us, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw a message from Pachi."Don Chappo wants to see me," I said, breaking the comfortable silence.Nathan looked up from his tablet, his expression calm yet attentive. "He’s probably very pleased with how you handled the situation with the Stones." He paused, studying my face as if reading the mix of emotions there. "You can go see him in the morning. No need to rush."I nodded, relieved that Nathan didn’t seem alarmed by the message. But there was something else weighing on my mind, something I knew I needed to tell him before the night went on. I shifted, pulling my legs up beneath me, facing him fully.“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” I said quietly.Nathan raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my tone. He set his tablet aside and gave me his full attention. “What is it?”I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I had an inci
Walking into Don Chappo’s office, I could feel the tension in the air, though I kept my expression neutral. Nathan had insisted I bring bodyguards, and they were waiting just outside. But, as always, Don Chappo preferred private discussions, and I found myself standing in the dimly lit room with just him.The Don sat behind his massive oak desk, leaning back in his chair with a half-smile as I entered. "You’re becoming quite the force to be reckoned with," he said, his voice smooth but carrying an underlying edge. "Nathan’s lucky to have you on his side."I didn’t respond immediately, taking a seat across from him. His eyes followed my movements, assessing, calculating. "What did you want to discuss, Don Chappo?" I asked, cutting through the pleasantries.He chuckled, the sound deep and unsettling. "Straight to business. I like that." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I’m having... difficulties with a few of my bankers. They’re being more difficult than usual about s
As I headed back to the office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing down, I saw a message from Don Chappo. My stomach tightened as I opened it, wondering what more he could want after that tense meeting.The message was short but loaded with weight: "Look after Nathan. His family wants him dead."I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Why hadn’t he told me this in person, when I was right there with him? Why drop something this heavy over a text? It didn’t make sense, unless there was more going on behind the scenes, more than I realized. This was the second time he had said this.The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Nathan’s family… wanting him dead? It is not as if I have not heard it before, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it fully, because the gravity of the situation hit me like a punch to the gut or I would say I am not fully involved.The car sped down the highway, but my thoughts moved even faster. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was coming, somethin
As I walked into the room, my mind was racing with the weight of the information Pachi had shared. I had to tell Nathan everything and make him understand that danger was lurking closer than he realized. But when I tried to speak, the words seemed to fall flat. Nathan, leaning casually against the wall, didn’t seem alarmed. His calmness in the face of everything was both infuriating and disarming.“Nathan, I’m serious,” I said, trying to emphasize the urgency. “You’re in danger. Your family, Don Chappo, the Stones, everyone’s playing their hand, and it’s all pointing at you.”He walked over to me slowly, his eyes studying me, but not with concern. There was something deeper and more intimate. Before I could say another word, his hands gently moved to the buttons of my shirt, unfas
Nathan and I stepped into the sleek, high-rise office building of Cains Corporation, and the tension between us was evident. My heart pounded with a mix of dread and determination, while Nathan’s jaw was set in a hard line, his usual confidence tempered by the storm we were walking into. The elevator ride to the boardroom felt interminable, the silence between us punctuated only by the soft hum of the machinery.When we entered the room, the atmosphere was as icy as the air conditioning. Steve and Uncle Jesse, seated at the large conference table, looked up in unison. Their expressions shifted from surprise to defiance. Alex Sommer stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back turned to us, gazing out over the city. He turned slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took us in.“Well, well,” Alex drawled, his voice oozing mockery. “If it isn’t Nathan Cain and his... entourage. What a pleasant surprise.”Nathan’s lips tightened, but he ignored Alex’s taunt. “What’s going on
Nathan arrived the next morning, his face a mask of frustration and concern. He didn’t wait for me to invite him in; instead, he stepped into the room with an urgency that instantly unsettled me. I had been expecting him after our tense phone call, but the weight of his expression told me this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation. I gestured toward the couch, and we sat down in silence for a moment. Hoping that he would ask me about my meeting with Carlos because I had a lot running through my mind. The situation we have found ourselves in was because I chose to love him.He ran his hand through his hair, clearly grappling with how to begin. Finally, he exhaled deeply and broke the quiet.“Katrina’s not backing down,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “She’s made it clear that she’s going to push forward with this lawsuit. She’s demanding 50% of my worth, and she’s threatening to implicate you further. Mel, this isn’t just about me anymore, it’s about you too.”I felt a lump f
The air in the café shifted the moment Carlos walked in, his presence as commanding as it was unsettling. He strolled over to my table with an air of self-assured arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear from the way he carried himself that he felt in control, and the glint in his eyes told me he was ready for a confrontation.“Well, well, well,” Carlos said, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from me without waiting for an invitation. “I got your little... plea bargain. That’s why I’m here.”I frowned, confused by his words. “Plea bargain? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos.”His smirk widened. “Oh, come on, Mel. Let’s not play games. Pachi told me you wanted to talk, to negotiate, to plead for a truce. Isn’t that what this is?”I shook my head firmly. “No, Carlos. I’m not here to bargain or plead. I’m here to talk some sense into you, to figure out why you’re doing all of this.”Carlos leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why?
When I arrived at Café de Royal, the sun was settling down. Its warm golden glow filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across the tables. My heart raced as I stepped inside, half hoping and half dreading the encounter I had orchestrated. The plan was simple: meet Carlos, try to reason with him, and perhaps take one step closer to untangling the mess that had become my life. But fate had other plans. Instead of Carlos, I found Lisa seated at a corner table, scrolling through her phone with a focused expression.The sight of her made my stomach twist with unease. I had hoped to avoid her tonight, at least until I spoke with Carlos, but now that hope was gone. Taking a deep breath, I approached her table. She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her eyebrows raising in mild surprise.“Lisa,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Mel,” she replied, her voice cool but not outright hostile. “What brings you here tonight?”I hesitated, unsure of
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I paced back and forth in the dim light of my father’s living room. The weight of Don Chappo’s call was still pressing down on me like a stone on my chest. With a deep breath, I pressed Nathan’s number, my fingers trembling as I waited for him to pick up.“Mel?” Nathan’s voice came through, low and calm, yet there was an edge of exhaustion in his tone.“Nathan,” I started, my voice faltering for a moment. “I just got off the phone with Don Chappo.”There was a pause on the line before Nathan responded. “What did he say?”I sighed, gripping the phone tightly. “It wasn’t what he said as much as how he said it. Nathan, he’s not happy. He knows about everything, Carlos, the warehouse, Alex Sommer. He’s worried that this mess is spiralling out of control.”Nathan let out a long, measured breath. I could hear the tension behind it, the way he was trying to keep himself calm. “And what did he want from you?”“To fix it,” I replied, my voice cracking slightl
After my conversation with Nathan, my instincts pushed me toward Lisa. If there was any chance to stop this madness before it spiralled even further out of control, I needed to address the situation head-on. Lisa had to understand the gravity of her actions and the potential consequences they were inviting. Yet, with the police on my trail, meeting her in person was risky. Still, I couldn’t let that stop me.We arranged to meet at a small, out-of-the-way café, one of those places that managed to stay under the radar. I arrived early, scanning the room nervously, hoping no one had followed me. Lisa walked in shortly after, her usual confident stride somewhat subdued as she spotted me. She gave a hesitant smile, clearly uncertain about the tone of the meeting.“Hey, Mel,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. “You sounded... urgent on the phone. What’s going on?”I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Lisa, I’ll get straight to the point. This thing with Steve, it has to stop.”Her
It was a quiet evening when my phone buzzed, breaking the stillness of the room. I glanced at the screen, seeing Pachi's name flash across it. My heart sank slightly; calls from Pachi rarely carried good news, especially in the tangled web of complications we’d found ourselves in lately. I hesitated for a moment before answering, bracing myself for whatever storm was about to hit.“Pachi,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What’s going on?”“Mel,” he began, his voice tinged with urgency and anger. “I don’t even know how to start this, but you need to hear it straight. Carlos, he’s gone too far this time.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. Carlos had always been unpredictable, his temper as volatile as a storm at sea, but there was something in Pachi's tone that told me this wasn’t just another one of Carlos’s outbursts.“What did he do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Pachi let out a long sigh, as though he was gathering the strength to deliver the news. “He saw Steve
I pushed back from his hold and sat down. Nathan stood there, his arms folded across his chest, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I got up and took a hesitant step closer, searching his eyes for a change of emotion, of vulnerability, anything to bridge the growing tension between us. I tilted my head up and leaned in, intending to kiss him, to remind him of what we had. But before our lips could meet, he turned his head away, leaving me hanging in an awkward limbo.The rejection hit me like a slap. I took a step back, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. “What’s going on with you, Nathan?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Why are you pulling away from me?”He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. “Mel, it’s not you. It’s... complicated.”“Complicated?” I repeated, incredulous. “What’s complicated about this? About us? You say you care about me, but you won’t even let me get close to you anymore. Who am I to you, N
Nathan arrived at my father’s house just after sunset, his presence commanding even in the dimly lit surroundings. I had been pacing the living room, a swirl of emotions gripping me, confusion, frustration, and a growing sense of unease. When he walked in, he gave me a soft smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.“You said it was urgent,” he said, shrugging off his coat and laying it across the back of the couch. “What’s going on?”I motioned for him to sit, but he remained standing, his posture rigid. I decided to get straight to the point. “I spoke to Alex today.”That got his attention. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened. “Alex?”“Yes,” I confirmed, crossing my arms. “He told me a lot of things, Nathan. About you, about him, about Katrina.”Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did he say this time?”I stepped closer, my voice steady but tinged with urgency. “He said you betrayed him. That you pushed him out of the business and took his shares, he said that’s