The darkness was disorienting, heavy like a suffocating shroud. The last thing I remembered was the sharp tug on the car door and Dominic’s grip tightening around my arm, his voice calling my name in desperation. Now, all I could hear was muffled noise—voices arguing, footsteps echoing, and the low hum of machinery in the background.My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open, my head pounding. The room I was in was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete. I was tied to a chair, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Panic surged through me as I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my skin.“Dominic?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.There was no response, but as my vision adjusted, I saw him slumped against a metal pole across the room, his face pale, his breathing shallow. His shirt was stained with blood, and my heart clenched at the sight.“Dominic!” I called him again, louder this time.He stirred slightly, his head lifting just enough for me to see
The blinding spotlight bore down on us, freezing us in place like cornered prey. Caleb's smug voice crackled through a megaphone, sending a shiver of dread through me."Hand over Dominic and Elise, and maybe I'll consider letting your mysterious friend live. Maybe."The woman in black, who had just saved us, didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped forward, her voice low and calm. "He's bluffing. We move now, or we don’t move at all."Dominic swayed slightly, his weight leaning against me as I supported him. His breathing was labored, and the blood seeping through his shirt wasn’t stopping. We were running out of time."I won't let them take you," I whispered to him, my voice fierce despite my fear.He managed a weak smile. "And here I thought… I was supposed to protect you."The woman in black turned back to us, her voice sharp. "If you two are done with the romance, we need to get to the treeline. Now!"Gunshots echoed in the air, sending chunks of dirt flying up around us. The woman cur
The clearing turned into a spotlighted battlefield as figures in tactical gear emerged from the shadows, their weapons trained on us. The loudspeaker voice barked orders again:“Drop your weapons and step forward, one at a time. Any resistance will be met with lethal force!”Ethan didn’t move, his rifle steady in his grip, though I could see the tension in his jaw. The woman in black shifted her stance, her blade glinting ominously in the floodlights. Dominic’s hand trembled slightly in mine, but his expression was resolute.“They want me,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “If I go, maybe they’ll—”“Don’t even think about it,” Dominic interrupted fiercely. “We don’t negotiate with people who point guns at us.”“They’re bluffing,” Ethan added, his voice low. “They want you alive. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be shouting demands.”The soldiers began to fan out, their movements coordinated and efficient. One stepped closer, a rifle slung over his shoulder.“Final warning! Surrender now!”The w
I stood at the edge of the cliff, the roaring waves below mirroring the storm inside me. The wind whipped around my face, carrying the scent of salt and something intangible—something that felt like change. Dominic was behind me, his footsteps crunching against the gravel, deliberate but hesitant, as though he feared breaking the fragile thread of our connection."Elise," he called, his voice steady despite the wind's resistance.I didn't turn immediately. For too long, I'd been a storm contained within myself, but now the dam was breaking. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, though the wind dried them almost instantly. Finally, I turned to face him. Dominic stood there, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, his eyes filled with something I hadn't seen in weeks—hope."Why did you follow me?" I asked, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.His gaze softened, and he stepped closer. "Because I can't let you walk away. Not like this. Not without knowing
The first few days after Dominic’s proposal felt surreal. Like waking up in a dream, not quite believing that the nightmare of misunderstandings, doubts, and heartbreak had finally ended. Every time I glanced at the ring glimmering on my finger, a thrill of disbelief shot through me. Dominic was mine—no half-measures, no holding back. And I was his.This morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains of his—no, our—bedroom. The scent of coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from the bouquet he’d surprised me with last night. Dominic was already up, probably brewing that coffee, and I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped myself in one of his oversized shirts, inhaling the comforting scent of him as I made my way to the kitchen. There he was, hair disheveled, wearing a plain white tee and grey sweats, looking like he’d stepped out of one of my favorite daydreams.“Morning,” he greeted, his smile warm as he handed m
The message hung over us like a storm cloud, an unwelcome reminder of the chaos Dominic and I had fought so hard to escape. I had no idea who could have sent it or what it meant, but Dominic’s reaction told me everything I needed to know—this wasn’t the first threat he’d received.After dinner, he paced the living room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. I watched him, my chest tightening with each heavy step. Finally, I couldn’t take the silence any longer.“Dominic, talk to me,” I said, standing and crossing the room to him. “Who sent that message? What are we dealing with?”He stopped, his jaw working as he debated how much to tell me. His hesitation only fueled my anxiety.“I don’t know for sure,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But I have my suspicions.”I crossed my arms. “And those suspicions are…?”He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “It could be someone connected to the board—or a competitor who’s not thrilled about the merger we finalized last year. There w
The confrontation with Julian Kane should have been the climax of our struggles, but as it turned out, it was only the prelude.Julian was apprehended quickly after the police arrived, his threats dissolving into pathetic excuses as they hauled him away. I thought the worst was over, that Dominic and I could finally breathe freely again. But life has a way of twisting the knife when you least expect it.It started with an innocent phone call.“Mrs. Blackwood?”I froze at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. “Yes, this is Elise Blackwood. Who’s calling?”“This is Detective Harris with the Financial Crimes Division. I need to speak with you and your husband regarding an ongoing investigation. Would you be available to meet at our office?”I frowned, glancing at Dominic, who was standing across the room. He caught my expression and walked over, his brow furrowing.“Can you tell me what this is about?” I asked cautiously.“It’s sensitive,” the detective replied. “But it concerns irregularit
The night was cold and silent as I approached the old pier, its wooden planks creaking under my hesitant footsteps. The waves lapped softly against the posts, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.The letter’s cryptic words had replayed in my mind on the drive here. Every scenario I could imagine ended badly, yet I couldn’t ignore the pull of curiosity—or the need for answers.I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Dominic’s car in the distance. But I hadn’t told him. This was something I needed to face alone.A figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the pier. My heart raced, my fingers gripping the small canister of pepper spray tucked into my pocket.“Hello, Elise,” a familiar voice called out.I stopped short. It wasn’t Linda or Julian.It was Victor, Dominic’s estranged cousin.Victor’s history with Dominic was complicated. He had been a promising figure in the family business until his reckless decisions led to a scandal that nearly destroyed thei
As the car roared to life, the tension between Dominic and me was thick enough to cut with a knife. He sat in the back, silent and brooding, his eyes flicking between the road ahead and the small stack of documents in my hands. I could feel his gaze on me, but I refused to acknowledge it. This wasn’t the time for distractions, not when we were heading straight into enemy territory.We drove in silence for what felt like hours, the city lights blinking past in a blur. I was processing Dominic’s words, the weight of the trap we were walking into pressing down on me. But even as I tried to focus, his presence in the backseat kept nagging at me, pulling at my thoughts.Creed was driving with determination, his jaw clenched as he muttered low under his breath. "This place better be worth it."I had half a mind to reply, but instead, I found myself stealing glances at Dominic through the rearview mirror. He was staring out the window, his face shrouded in shadows, but there was a quiet inte
The sounds of gunfire and shouting echoed down the corridor, sharp and frantic. Creed’s movements were precise, each shot calculated to neutralize our pursuers, but the growing number of guards meant we couldn’t stay and fight for long."Exit’s ahead," I shouted to Creed, my voice low and urgent. We had to push through—there was no other option.We barreled forward, ducking behind pillars and crates, our every step echoing in the cold, concrete halls. The weight of the files we’d grabbed felt like lead in my hands, but I couldn’t afford to drop them. This intel was everything. It was our leverage against the Director, our ticket to shutting down whatever operation he was running.Creed fired another round, hitting a guard square in the chest, but even that wasn’t enough to slow down the reinforcements pouring in from every side."Keep moving!" I yelled, taking point as we rounded another corner. We were close to the exit now. Just a few more yards and we could get out into the open. B
The next day, we were ready. The warehouse near the docks wasn’t far from where we were operating, so we had the advantage of familiarity with the area. Rina had briefed us on the specifics of the meeting—Asher’s conditions, the layout of the location, and the timing. We weren’t taking any chances. Every route had been mapped out, every angle covered. Dante had a few men placed on lookout, just in case. Creed had already checked the finances and made sure the Black Hand's accounts were less secure than they thought. I had prepared a few words, though I wasn’t sure what would happen once we walked into that room. It all hinged on Asher.We made our way to the warehouse at dusk, the sun barely touching the horizon as we pulled up in a black SUV, the city skyline just visible in the distance. The docks were eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of wind against the ocean and the distant hum of machinery. The perfect place for a secret meeting. Or an ambush.I stayed f
The air in the room was thick with tension as I processed everything Rina had just told us. The Black Hand. It was as if the very mention of them had cast a shadow over the room, a foreboding sense of doom creeping in. But in the midst of that darkness, there was something else—something burning deep within me. It wasn’t just fear. It was anger.I couldn’t let them destroy everything I’d fought for. My life. My freedom. My family. Not after everything.“We need to act now,” I said, my voice sharper than before. "The longer we wait, the more time they have to close in on us. We can’t afford to be passive. We have to hit them first."Rina nodded, though there was a caution in her eyes. “It won’t be easy. The Black Hand doesn’t make mistakes, and they don’t let their enemies live long enough to fight back.”I turned to Dante and Creed. “We’ll need to gather intel—everything we can about them. Who their allies are, their operations, weaknesses. We have to find out how deep they’ve infiltr
The cold air hit me like a slap when I stepped outside the safehouse, but it did nothing to chill the heat still burning in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about Rina’s words. There’s someone else after you, Elise. And they’re not going to stop.The rain had stopped, but it still felt like the storm hadn’t passed inside me. The weight of it all—the death of Callum, the betrayal, the bloodshed—was suffocating. And now, Rina had shown up. I should have felt relief. I should have welcomed her with open arms. But all I felt was a sense of foreboding, the sense that the past wasn’t done with me. That the worst was yet to come.I walked to the edge of the cabin’s porch, my boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. The night was eerily quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the distance, whispering secrets I couldn’t hear. The storm had passed, but the silence lingered like an omen.Dante’s voice broke through the stillness. “You should come back inside.”I turned toward him, his silho
The rain hadn’t stopped by the time we reached the safehouse. It clung to me, soaking through my clothes, chilling me to the bone. My fingers were numb, but it wasn’t from the cold—it was from what I had done.Callum was dead.I kept replaying it over and over, the way my knife slid into his chest, the way his breath had caught in his throat. The look in his eyes—shock, then fear, then nothing. I should have felt relief, triumph even, but all I felt was an eerie silence settling inside me.Dante pushed the door open, his grip firm on my wrist. Creed entered first, gun still in hand, sweeping the room in one last precautionary check. It was a small, run-down cabin on the outskirts of the city, nestled between overgrown trees and shadows. The perfect place to disappear.“Clear,” Creed muttered, shaking off the rain. He glanced at me, his sharp eyes assessing, but he said nothing. He never did unless necessary.Dante let go of me, stripping off his soaked jacket before tossing it onto th
Callum lunged at me again, his knife flashing in the storm’s light. I twisted, barely dodging his attack, feeling the rush of air as his blade sliced past my cheek. The sting came a second later, warm blood mixing with the rain. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.Dante fired another shot, taking down one of Callum’s men who had been closing in on us. Creed had disappeared into the trees, picking them off one by one, silent and efficient. But Callum was mine.I ducked under his next strike, driving my knee up into his gut. He grunted, stumbling back. I pressed forward, slashing at his arm, drawing another line of crimson. His face twisted in fury, but there was something else there—something I hadn’t seen before.Fear.“Not so confident now, are you?” I taunted, circling him.Callum let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You think you’ve won?” he sneered. “You’re still that scared little girl, Elise. And deep down, you know it.”I ignored his words. He was trying to get inside my head, to make
The storm howled in my ears, but it couldn't drown out the pounding of my heart. There was no going back now. The wind whipped around us, cold and biting, but the warmth of Dante’s presence beside me grounded me. The rifle in his hands was steady, his eyes sharp as they scanned the shadows. Creed was to the side, his every move calculated, waiting for the right moment.We were surrounded.I could hear their footsteps on the wet earth, the crunch of leaves and dirt under their boots. Six figures, maybe more, closing in with a purpose. Callum was at the center of it all, standing tall with that sickening grin on his face. It made my blood boil.I couldn’t let them take me again. Not after everything I had fought for.Dante’s hand brushed against mine, a quick reassurance. "Stay behind me," he whispered, but there was no fear in his voice—only resolve.But I couldn’t hide behind him forever."I’m done running," I said, my voice barely audible over the storm. My grip tightened on the knif
Dante stepped closer, his dark eyes searching mine. The weight of unspoken words pressed between us, thick as the storm outside. I could feel the tension in his grip, the demand for answers."Tell me the truth, Elise," he said, voice low but firm. "Who are they? What do they want?"I exhaled, dragging a trembling hand through my damp hair. The truth was a wound I had kept stitched shut for too long, but now the stitches were unraveling."They’re the ones I escaped from," I admitted. "I thought I was free. I thought I could start over." I looked away, swallowing hard. "But no one ever really escapes them."Creed leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an expression I couldn’t decipher."They were never going to stop looking for you," he muttered. "I warned you."Dante’s jaw tightened. "You knew?""I suspected," Creed admitted. "Didn’t have proof until now."Dante turned to me, his hands gripping my arms, grounding me. "Why didn’t you tell me?"My throat tightened. "Beca