Serena’s POVAs we sit in the cozy coffee shop, the tension from earlier begins to melt away. Stevie sips her drink, eyeing Bill and me thoughtfully."Okay," Stevie finally says, breaking the silence. "So what's our next move?”Bill sighs, running a hand through his hair. "We don't know yet. We need
Bill’s POVAs we pull up to my lawyer's office, my nerves are on edge. The building is a sleek, modern structure with large glass windows reflecting the morning sunlight. I park the car and glance over at Serena. She's biting her lip and her fingers are fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her eyes
Serena’s POV“Do we really have to depend on that bastard’s testimony?” Bill asks. I can see his jaw clenching and his fists tightening, knuckles white as he tries to hold back his frustration. The muscles in his neck are tense, and there's a fierce look in his eyes that shows just how much he hate
Bill’s POVAs soon as I get home, I head straight for my office and pick up the phone to call James. The phone rings a few times before he picks up."Hey, Bill," James answers, sounding curious. "What do you need?"I take a deep breath, getting straight to the point. "James, I need you to look into
Serena’s POVAll morning, I find myself unable to focus. My mind keeps drifting back to the conversation with Atty. Murphy and how Bill insisted on facing Alvez alone. I wanted to argue and say I could handle talking to the man who tried to kill me. But Bill wouldn't budge. He wouldn’t let me put
Serena’s POV Marjorie makes her way around the shop as I return to overseeing the interns. I can tell the interns are excited about the presence of someone as renowned as her. As I move from table to table, checking on the progress of the summer collection, I can’t help but steal glances at Marjo
Bill’s POV I park my car in the visitor’s lot and take a moment to steel myself. The prison looms ahead, stark and imposing. I check in at the front desk, go through the usual security procedures, and follow the guard down the bright, sterile hallways. Finally, I’m led into a small, dimly lit ro
Bill’s POVAlvez narrows his eyes. "Father to father? Pfft," he scoffs. "You don’t know what it’s like to be me.”"Then make me understand," I say, my voice calm but firm.Alvez leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity. “You think you get it, Bill? You have no idea what it's like to wake up wi
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh
Serena’s POVEvan Carter steps up to the stand, his posture rigid but his face set with a kind of quiet determination. He’s nervous — I can see it in the way his hands grip the edges of the chair, his knuckles white — but he doesn’t hesitate when the prosecutor starts her questioning.“Mr. Carter,”
Serena’s POVThe courtroom feels like it’s holding its breath. Kevin sits across the room, calm and collected, as if he isn’t facing the weight of his crimes being read aloud. Arson. Money laundering. Drug trafficking. Arms dealing. Conspiracy. Each charge is like a hammer falling, but Kevin doesn’t
Bill’s POVThe flashing red and blue lights from the police cars paint everything in sharp. Kevin’s hunched figure disappears into the back of a cruiser, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. But even as he’s being taken away, he still manages to twist the knife with his parting words.“This isn
Serena’s POVKevin strides toward me, his expression dark and twisted. I don’t move. I plant my feet, keeping my stance steady, just like Bill taught me. My heart races, but my mind is sharp, clear. I’m not afraid — not anymore.He lunges, fast and aggressive, the blade in his hand aiming straight f
Serena’s POVKevin raises the knife, and my breath catches. For a split second, time seems to slow, the glint of the blade catching the faint light like a silent threat. Before I can react, Bill charges in from the side, slamming into Kevin with the full force of his body. They hit the ground hard,
Serena’s POVKevin steps toward me. His twisted grin grows wider with each deliberate step. He thinks he has this in the bag. He thinks I’m scared, that I’ll back down the second he closes the gap. He doesn’t realize he’s underestimating me.My feet stay planted firmly on the ground, my hands steady
Bill’s POVKevin and his men approach slowly, scanning every corner. They’re trying to catch even the smallest hint of movement. They’re wary but not afraid, at least not yet. Kevin’s confidence radiates off him like a bad cologne, seeping into the minds of the men with him. Serena is crouched besi
Serena’s POVBill, Matt, James, and I go over every detail of the plan again and again. I sit at the table, watching as they discuss the best routes in and out of the location, debating whether we’ll have enough cover.It’s late, and all of us are tired. But I shake it off. There’s no time for being