The wind howled outside the car as Julian sped back into the city, the night stretching ahead of them like a dark tunnel. The streets were nearly empty, the occasional passing car or pedestrian just a blur against the window. Erica sat in the passenger seat, staring down at the notebook in her hands, her father’s handwriting etched into the pages like a ghost from the past.Each name in the list felt like a weight, and Ophelia’s at the top was a cold reminder of just how deep her influence ran. Erica’s chest tightened. All this time, her father had known what Ophelia was capable of. He had been collecting evidence, trying to protect everything he had built—and now, it was up to her to finish what he had started.Julian glanced over at her. “You okay?”She nodded, but the truth was, she wasn’t. The list felt like a ticking time bomb, and the more she looked at it, the more she realized how close they were to something catastrophic. “How long do you think we have before Ophelia figures
Erica stood at the window of her room, staring out at the world but seeing nothing. The streets below seemed ordinary, peaceful even, but she knew better. There was a storm gathering, one that would consume everything if she wasn’t ready. The weight of her father’s legacy pressed down on her shoulders like never before, and the secrets she had held inside for so long were threatening to come undone.Julian had left early that morning, a cryptic look on his face. He hadn’t said much, only that he had "business" to attend to. Erica knew what that meant now. There were no more illusions between them, no more half-truths. He was a man who lived in the shadows, and those shadows had crept into her life as well.Her mind drifted back to their conversation the previous night. The tension in the room had been thick, both of them skirting around the things they truly wanted to say. Erica had seen something in Julian’s eyes, a vulnerability she hadn’t expected. She knew he was trying to make th
The warehouse was eerily quiet, the calm before a storm. Julian stood at the front, his back turned to the group of mercenaries scattered behind him. Their faces were tense, their bodies poised and ready for action. The dim lights cast long shadows across the cold, concrete floor, only emphasizing the danger they all knew was coming.Erica paced near the far side of the room, her arms crossed, eyes sharp. She had donned a more tactical outfit, black jeans and a fitted leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing the sharpness in her eyes—a focus that hadn’t been there weeks before. The shift in her demeanor was noticeable to everyone, especially Julian.King sat at a nearby table, loading magazines with slow precision, the click of bullets sliding into place echoing through the space. The rest of Julian’s men, hardened and silent, made their final preparations, adjusting their firearms, knives, and tactical gear. They knew what was coming; it had been brewi
The echo of the gunfire still rang in Erica’s ears as she stood among the debris, her eyes scanning the room, her heart racing. Blood pounded in her temples as the adrenaline from the firefight slowly drained, but the tension in her muscles remained, coiled tight as a spring. Julian’s curse cut through the stillness, his face a mask of frustration as he searched the empty space for any sign of Ramos.“He couldn’t have gone far,” Erica said, her voice steady, though her nerves were far from calm.Julian glanced over at her, his jaw clenched. “He had this planned. That door—he slipped through right as the fighting started. He’s still in the compound, but we have no idea where.”Erica nodded, her mind already racing through possibilities. Ramos was a slippery character, one who thrived in chaos. He wouldn’t have left without the files—her father’s files—so that meant they had to be close. And if they could find those, Ramos wouldn’t be far behind.King wiped blood from a cut on his cheek
The ride back to Julian's estate was thick with silence, the adrenaline from the firefight ebbing away but leaving an emotional residue neither Erica nor Julian could fully process yet. Erica clutched the leather folder tightly in her lap, her mind on her father’s secrets, but her heart pulled in another direction. She kept replaying the moment Julian had thrown himself in front of her during the fight, his body shielding hers. The way he looked at her just before the bullets flew—there had been something more, something unspoken between them.Julian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw set. Erica knew he was focused, calculating their next move. His expression was stoic as always, but beneath the surface, she could sense the tension building.As they pulled up to the estate, Julian parked the car but didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he turned to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. There was a heaviness to his gaze, something between concern and intensity."Are y
The morning sun filtered through the windows as Erica sat at the kitchen table, absently stirring her cup of coffee. She hadn’t slept much after last night—her mind kept drifting back to that kiss, to the way Julian had held her as if she was the only thing in his world. But now, with the daylight creeping in, the weight of their mission settled back on her shoulders.She couldn’t afford to lose focus, not when they were so close to finding out the truth about her father’s files. And yet, every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Julian.She glanced toward the hallway where Julian had disappeared earlier. He had been up before her, already diving into the work of decoding the files they had recovered from Ramos. His ability to switch between cold calculation and unguarded emotion was something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.Footsteps approached, and Erica looked up to see Julian entering the room. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar,
The sprawling estate of Victor Laroche came into view as the private jet descended toward a small airstrip hidden amidst the rolling hills of the French countryside. The late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in golden light, making the vineyards and lush green fields appear peaceful, serene. But Erica knew better. Beneath the beauty, there was danger lurking.She glanced at Julian, who had shifted back into his usual focused demeanor, his face unreadable as he stared out the window. The brief moments of vulnerability they had shared on the plane were gone, replaced by the cold reality of the mission ahead."Once we land, my contact will take us directly to Laroche’s estate," Julian said as he fastened his seatbelt. "The man’s cautious, and for good reason. We won’t have much time to convince him before Ophelia’s people catch wind of us being here."Erica nodded, checking her phone for any updates. There was still radio silence from Amanda, who was back home keeping tabs on any movem
The gunfire outside rattled the air like thunder, each shot sending a jolt of adrenaline through Erica’s veins. She crouched low beside Julian, her back pressed against the couch. The sharp scent of gunpowder mixed with the broken glass that littered the floor.“Stay close,” Julian ordered, his voice barely audible over the chaos. His eyes were sharp, calculated, and in that moment, he wasn’t the man who had comforted her just days ago. He was the leader, the strategist—the one she had to trust with her life.Erica nodded, gripping her pistol with sweaty palms. She could hear the heavy footsteps of Ophelia’s men advancing toward the mansion. The tactical gear, the coordinated movements—it was clear this wasn’t some amateur attack. They were professionals, mercenaries like the ones she had trained with long ago.“Laroche!” Julian shouted across the room. “Get to a safe room if you have one!”Victor Laroche, still crouched behind his desk, looked pale but furious. He nodded quickly, the