The cryptic message echoed in Maya’s mind as the SUV sped through the quiet countryside. She stared at her phone, her hands trembling as she reread the words: You’re running out of time.“Maya,” Zane said, his tone sharp as he glanced at her. “What is it?”Wordlessly, she handed him the phone. His silver eyes scanned the screen, his jaw tightening.“They’re taunting us,” Zane muttered, his voice laced with fury. “Trying to make us panic.”“Well, it’s working,” Reese said from the back seat, her tone dry.Alex, ever the pragmatist, kept his eyes on the road. “We’ll deal with it when we reach the safe house. We can’t afford distractions right now.”But for Maya, it wasn’t just a distraction. It was a warning.---Tension Boils OverThe safe house in Manchester was a modest flat tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. As soon as they arrived, Alex and Camilla went to work securing the perimeter, while Zane ushered Maya inside.“I need you to rest,” Zane said, his tone soft but firm.“I’m fi
The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Zane’s silver eyes were fixed on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Maya sat in the passenger seat, her breathing uneven, her hand clutching her stomach.“Zane,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Something’s wrong.”“Don’t say that,” Zane said, his voice tight. “You’re going to be okay. The baby’s going to be okay.”In the backseat, Camilla was on the phone with a contact, trying to find a secure clinic. “We can’t go to just any hospital,” she said, her tone urgent. “The Syndicate could have people there.”“Then find one,” Zane snapped.“I’m working on it,” Camilla replied, her fingers flying over her laptop.---A Safe PlaceCamilla finally found a private clinic on the outskirts of Manchester, one known for discretion and high security. They pulled up to the unassuming building, its dim lights casting long shadows across the parking lot.A doctor and two nurses were already waiting at the door, alerted by
The room fell silent as everyone stared at Camilla’s laptop, the ominous message glaring back at them: You’re already too late.Zane’s jaw tightened, his silver eyes burning with fury. “What does that mean? Too late for what?”Camilla’s fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up encrypted files and running trace programs. “I’m trying to pinpoint where this came from. Give me a second.”“Seconds are a luxury we don’t have,” Alex said, pacing behind her. “If they’ve already moved, we need to know what we’re up against.”Reese leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “It’s not just a taunt. They’re trying to throw us off balance.”“Well, it’s working,” Maya muttered, her hand protectively resting on her baby bump.---A Disturbing DiscoveryCamilla’s screen lit up with a new notification. Her expression darkened as she read through the results.“They’ve already begun deploying assets,” she said. “The Syndicate’s focusing on Brussels. That facility I mentioned? It’s their main operations
The explosion ahead sent the SUV rocking slightly, the vibrations rattling through Maya’s chest as the reality of their situation settled in. She clutched her baby bump instinctively, her mind racing with questions she couldn’t voice.“They’ve set traps,” Camilla said, scanning her laptop. “Explosives planted on the main roads leading to the facility. They’re trying to funnel us into a specific path.”Zane’s silver eyes narrowed. “And that path is probably crawling with Syndicate operatives.”“Exactly,” Camilla confirmed.Alex exhaled sharply from the back seat. “So, what’s the plan? Walk right into their ambush?”“No,” Zane said, his tone firm. “We find another way in.”---Maya’s FrustrationAs Zane and Camilla debated alternative routes, Maya found herself growing increasingly tense. Every decision seemed to carry more risk than the last, and the weight of those choices pressed heavily on her.“This isn’t sustainable,” she said finally, her voice cutting through the conversation.E
The deafening sound of the alarm echoed across the facility grounds, cutting through the tension like a blade. Floodlights flared to life, bathing the area in harsh white light and exposing the team’s position.“Move!” Zane barked, his voice carrying over the chaos.Maya clung to the shadows as the others sprang into action. Alex and Reese took the lead, their weapons drawn, while Camilla scrambled to disable the alarms using her portable system.“Can you shut it down?” Alex called over his shoulder, firing at two operatives who were closing in.“I need time!” Camilla shouted back, her fingers flying across her keyboard.“We don’t have time!” Reese snapped, taking down another guard.---Maya’s DilemmaMaya crouched behind a stack of crates, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the shouts of the Syndicate operatives closing in, their boots crunching against the gravel.She gripped the small pistol Zane had given her, her palms slick with sweat. Her green eyes darted toward
The alarm blared through the dimly lit facility, its piercing wail reverberating off the cold steel walls. Maya clutched Zane’s arm, her green eyes darting nervously around the control room.“We’re surrounded,” Alex said grimly, his gun trained on the doorway. “They’re moving fast.”Camilla’s fingers flew over her laptop, her expression tight with concentration. “I’m trying to override the lockdown, but their system is layered. It’s like peeling an onion with a butter knife.”“Work faster,” Zane ordered, his silver eyes locked on the monitors displaying the encroaching Syndicate operatives.Victor leaned against the far wall, his cuffed hands resting casually in front of him. “This was always their plan,” he said with a smirk. “You walked right into it.”“Shut up,” Reese snapped, her glare cutting. “Unless you’ve got something useful to say.”Victor raised an eyebrow. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”---Maya Takes a StandMaya’s heart raced, her mind battling between fear and res
The team stood frozen in the stairwell, Victor’s mocking smile and the detonator in his hand casting a suffocating shadow over their escape. The distant sound of explosions reverberated through the facility, a cruel reminder of their rapidly dwindling time.“You’re insane,” Alex growled, his weapon trained on Victor’s chest.Victor’s smirk didn’t waver. “Insane? No. Calculated. The difference is that I know what I want—and how to get it.”“Drop the detonator,” Zane ordered, his silver eyes burning with fury.Victor tilted his head, feigning consideration. “You know, I would, but it seems I’m in a rather advantageous position here.”---Victor’s Demand“What do you want, Victor?” Maya asked, stepping forward despite Zane’s warning hand on her arm.Victor’s gaze flicked to her, and for a brief moment, his smug expression softened. “Simple. I want immunity. You let me walk away, no questions asked, and I’ll make sure this detonator stays in one piece.”“You think we’d just let you go?” R
The tension in the air was palpable as the team trudged through the dense woods, their breaths clouding in the cool night. Every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of leaves beneath their boots, the distant howl of wind, and the ever-present hum of danger that clung to them like a second skin.“Where do we go now?” Maya asked, her voice quiet but edged with exhaustion.Zane glanced at her, his silver eyes softening momentarily. “We head to the safe house Camilla scouted in Leeds. It’s remote enough to buy us some time.”“And Victor?” Reese interjected, her tone sharp. “We’re just going to let him roam free?”“For now,” Zane replied, his voice hardening again. “We have bigger priorities. The files Camilla pulled—they’re our key to ending this.”---A Growing DivideThe group finally stopped to rest in a small clearing, their bodies sagging with fatigue. Camilla sat cross-legged on the ground, her laptop balanced precariously on her knees as she worked on decrypting the files.“You’re aw
The Weight of His BloodMaya was sitting on the floor, her knees soaked with Aaron’s blood.It was still warm.Still fresh.Still real.Her hands shook, pushing against his still chest, as if she could will his heart to start again.)But it wouldn’t.Aaron was gone.And she had let it happen.Zane was behind her, his silver eyes unreadable. “Maya.”She didn’t look at him.Couldn’t.Her breath came fast and short, her pulse wild, her thoughts tumbling.She had wasted so much time trying to save him.And now?Now, nothing was left to save.The Sound of SilenceThe world felt too quiet.The gunfire had stopped.The screaming had faded.And there remained only the crushing, implacable force of mortality.Victor stood by the door without his trademark smirk.Elara watched from a distance, arms crossed, expression flat.Maya had to force herself to breathe.Then another.And another.She finally looked at Zane.His jaw was set, his shoulders stiff, but he wasn’t looking at Aaron.He was loo
A Mistake That Can’t Be UnmadeMaya stood in the center of the room, the letter still clutched in her hand.The words seared into her brain.You chose mercy, sister. A mistake you won’t have time to regret.Those words had been written by her own brother.The boy who had once squeezed her hand when she was scared.The man who had wanted her dead.Zane walked back and forth before her, his silver eyes cold, deadly. “This is a war declaration.”Maya inhaled sharply. “It always was.”Zane’s jaw clenched. “Not anymore, at first it was about control. Power. Now? It’s personal.”She swallowed. “It was always personal.”Zane exhaled sharply. “I could have stopped this when I had the opportunity.”Maya caught his eye, something in her chest hurting. “And I stopped you.”Zane’s eyes burned into hers. “Yes.”She exhaled shakily. “Then let me fix it.”Zane’s silver gaze hardened. “No.”Maya’s pulse spiked. “Zane—”His voice was steel. Maya, “You don’t get to do this alone.Her throat tightened.
A War with No WinnersThe ballroom was silent.Too silent.The sort of silence before a storm.Maya was in the center, frozen, her green eyes fixed on her brother.Aaron’s mouth curved into a sneering grin.Donovan stood next to him, too cocky for a dead dude.Zane was close to her, as always, impassive.Victor and Elara stood to either side, weapons concealed but at the ready.This wasn’t a negotiation.This was a powder keg poised to detonate.And Maya?She was done waiting.Blood Doesn't Make a FamilyMaya stepped slowly forward and spoke in a cold voice. “Why are you here, Aaron?”Her brother tilted his head. “You invited me.”Maya exhaled. “I invited you to end this.”Aaron’s smirk faded. “And what does that mean to you?”Zane’s voice was sharp. “It looks like you and your pet rat exiting this city. Alive, if you’re lucky.”Donovan chuckled. “Ah, Moretti. Still as dramatic as ever.”Zane didn’t blink. “And you’re still alive. Unfortunately,”Maya’s stomach twisted. “How?”Donovan
The Aftermath of a War That Should Never Have HappenedMaya stood frozen with her heart still pounding in her chest, her head whirling.Aaron knelt, blood streaming from the gunshot wound in his shoulder, gasping for breath.Zane was next to her, tense, silent, his silver eyes fixed so securely on her brother that it was as if he were waiting for a reason to complete the job.The war was supposed to be over.And yet—It didn’t feel like victory.Maya gripped her gun tighter.She had been given a choice.And she had chosen mercy.Had she made the right call?Or had she merely postponed the inevitable?A Brother and an EnemyAaron laughed, gasping for breath, bitter.His hand pressed against the wound in his shoulder, blood pooling between his fingers.His voice was rough. “So that’s it? You’re just going to let me live?Maya swallowed. “Yes.”Aaron’s eyes darkened. “Then you’re a fool.”Zane exhaled sharply. “She’s not the stupid here, Aaron.”Aaron’s eyes flashed to him, doused with h
Betrayal in the BloodLaying eyes on Victor, Maya’s heart raced in her chest.Aaron.Her brother.Her blood.The one who'd always stood with her.And now?Now he was in charge of the very organization she had struggled to escape.They walked to her side, Zane’s body tense as he stared down Victor, silver eyes narrowed. “How long?”Victor’s expression was grim. “A week. Maybe less.”Maya swallowed hard. “Does he know where we are?”Victor exhaled sharply. “Not yet. But it won’t take him long.”Silence.Heavy. Suffocating.Maya’s mind raced.Aaron had always been ambitious, but ruthless?No.Not him.Not the brother who had guarded her countless nights.Not the boy who had once carried her home after she scraped her knee.Zane’s voice was low. “Maya.”She blinked, glancing up at him.His jaw was tight, his face inscrutable. “Say the words.”Maya frowned. “What words?”Zane’s silver eyes darkened. “Tell me to kill him.”Her heart stopped.“Zane—”His voice sharpened. “Maya, he won’t stop
A Heart That Refuses to StopIt was relief like Zane had never known.The doctor’s words — “She’s alive” — ricocheted in his skull, over and over, melding into the crevices of his sanity.His knees almost buckled.But he didn’t move.Couldn’t.Because the fear still remained.To be alive wasn’t the same as to be safe.Being alive didn’t mean they were out of danger.Alive wasn’t enough.He needed her awake. He needed her talking. He had needed her at every stage to fight him as always she did.Zane’s voice was hoarse, raw. “Can I see her?”The doctor hesitated. “She’s still unconscious. We were able to stop the bleeding, but she bled a lot.”Zane clenched his fists. “How bad?”The doctor exhaled. “She’s stable. But she’s not out of the woods yet.”Not out of the woods.Not safe.Zane turned, shoving a hand through his hair. “What are her chances?”The doctor hesitated. “We will know more in the next 24 hours.”Zane’s pulse hammered.He had 24 hours to wait.24 hours to worry whether M
The Cost of VictoryHelena Moretti’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, her blood pooling on the floors of cold marble.The woman who had wrought so much ruin, who had lied, connived and murdered without a second thought — was gone.Elara blew phantom smoke from the end of her gun. "Well, that was satisfying."No one responded.Because even though Helena Moretti was dead, the war wasn’t finished.Maya could feel it.A storm still hung in the air, a one which no blood could wash away.She glanced at Zane, whose face was a mask, his silver eyes fixed on his mother’s lifeless body.As for what he was thinking, she did not know.Did he feel relief?Pain?Or was he numbed to the weight of what had just happened?Maya reached for his hand; he flinched.Her chest tightened."Zane?"He finally looked at her.It wasn’t the man she loved looking back at her.It was someone else.Someone... lost.A Broken ManZane sucked in his breath, a hand dragging over his face as blood smeared across his
The Aftermath of BetrayalMaya and Zane strolled the wrecked corridors of the estate, hand in hand, their bodies bruised but still standing.Gunpowder, blood, and smoke filled the air.Maya could still hear her father’s voice in her ears — the threat, the warning.He’d released her, but she understood not to believe it was finished.Her father never forgot anything.Zane limped next to her, his hold on her hand steady, despite his face being pale from blood loss.Maya squeezed his fingers. “You need medical attention.”Zane let out a rough breath. “I want you to stop worrying about me for five minutes.Maya glared. “Not happening.”Behind them, Elara snorted. “God, you two are exhausting. “Just tell each other that you love each other, and move on.”Maya shot her a look. “We literally just did.”Elara grinned. “Yeah, yeah. But I’m gonna need the full dramatic ‘I can’t live without you’ scene. “Preferably with more kissing.”Zane groaned, rubbing at his temple. “Why do we keep her arou
The Throne or FreedomMaya was sitting in the wreckage of a world she had destroyed.Her father was no more, not dead — but broken and bleeding, aware that he had lost.Zane had survived — but just, his flesh one step from death, his heart blazing like flame.Elara stood by the door, arms folded, watching like someone at the end of a war.And Maya?Maya had made her choice.She had defied her father.She had saved Zane.And now — she had to figure out what’s next.Because this war was never actually over.Not yet.Not until she made a choice about where she belonged.Her father’s voice resounded in her mind:“You aren’t a pawn in anyone’s game. You are the queen.”Then, right after came Zane’s words:“You don’t belong to them. You don’t belong to me. You belong to yourself.”Two men who attempted to take possession of her in their own ways.But only one remained by her side.And tonight, she had almost lost him.Her hands balled into fists.She would not let that happen again.No matt