Lucas's POV I sat at the bar, feeling angry and frustrated. "I should've just walked away," I muttered to myself. The bar was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy. It was like the silence was pressing down on me. I stared at the glass of whiskey in front of me. The amber liquid caught the dim light as I swirled it around. This place held too many memories. Memories of Emilio. I remembered the night we first met. It was here, at this very bar. I could still see it clearly. The way he looked at me, the way we danced, the way we laughed. Our laughter echoed through the bar, filling the space with joy. It was like nothing else in the world mattered. But that was just an illusion. A fleeting moment of happiness. Because, in the end, I made a terrible mistake. A mistake that would haunt me forever. Our first kiss was here too. Right by the piano in the corner. I remembered the way my heart pounded in my chest. The way my lips tingled with excitement. But that kiss was just t
Emilio's POV I was at home, pacing back and forth, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest. Something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones, like a storm brewing on the horizon.I glanced at the clock. Lucas should have been back by now. He had walked out earlier due to our arguments. I understood that. We all needed space sometimes, especially with everything we’d been through.But it had been hours, and my worry was growing with each passing minute.I decided to call him. Pulling out my phone, I dialed his number and waited. The line rang and rang, but there was no answer."Damn it, Lucas," I muttered, hanging up. Something wasn’t right. He always answered, even if it was just to tell me he needed more time.I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I couldn’t sit around and do nothing. If he wasn’t answering his phone, I’d find him myself.The night was cold, the wind biting at my skin as I stepped outside. The streets were quiet, the kind of quiet th
Lucas's POV The light filtered into the room, bright and unwelcome, as I tried to adjust my eyes. I blinked several times, the brightness making it hard to focus. The room around me was unfamiliar, and it made me so confused. This wasn’t my room. The bed was softer, the sheets smelled different. My room was dark, really dark. I sat up slowly, my head spinning slightly as I tried to make sense of where I was. The walls were painted a soft blue, a far cry from the dark, muted tones I was used to. There were no familiar objects, no signs that this was a place I belonged. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that maybe I was just dreaming, but the reality of the situation began to sink in. Just as I was about to get out of bed, the door opened, and Emilio walked in. He looked freshly showered, his hair damp and a towel slung over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw me awake. "Hey, you're up," he said, his voice warm. "Yeah," I replied, still feeling disoriented. "Where are we? This isn’t my
Emilio's POV I woke up to the soft glow of my laptop screen. The room was quiet, and for a moment, I just sat there, trying to shake off the sleep. My thoughts were a jumble, as usual. Work, life, everything seemed to blur together these days. I reached over, grabbed my laptop, and opened it. Scrolling through emails had become a morning ritual. Most of the time, it was the same old stuff—newsletters, promotions, and the occasional client message. But today was different. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the subject line: "Collaboration Opportunity with 'Apex Creative Partners'."My hands trembled as I clicked on the email. Apex Creative Partners was the dream. I had applied to work with them two years ago, long before Lucas came into my life. They were the pinnacle of creativity, and now they were reaching out to me."Dear Emilio Dalexs,We've been following your work, and we're impressed with your unique style and creativity. We'd like to discuss a potential collaboration opport
Emilio's POV The morning of the big meeting felt like a dream. I had worked so hard, and now the day was here. I woke up early because I was too excited to sleep. Lucas was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I felt thankful for him. Even though we had some fights lately, he was always there for me. "Good morning," I said, standing in the doorway. He turned and smiled. "Morning. Big day today." "Yeah," I said, feeling nervous. "Thanks for making breakfast." "Of course," he said, putting a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "You need to eat to have energy." We ate quietly, and it felt nice. Lucas put his hand on my shoulder. "You’re going to do great, Emilio. Just be yourself." "Thank you," I said softly. "I couldn’t have done this without you." He smiled but looked a little worried. "Remember, we’re in this together." "Always," I promised and gave him a quick kiss. After breakfast, I got ready carefully. I picked clothes that were bo
Writer's POV Lucas walked over with a smile. "Good morning, Emilio. How do you feel today?"Emilio stretched a bit and smiled back. "I feel okay, just a little tired."Lucas nodded. "That’s good to hear. We have a lot to think about today."Emilio knew Lucas was right. The accident was still fresh in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the black SUV and how strange it was that the driver was gone. It didn’t feel like an accident.After breakfast, Emilio sat on the couch, holding his phone. He wanted to call the police again to see if they had found anything about the driver. Lucas sat next to him, holding his hand."Are you ready to call them?" Lucas asked softly.Emilio nodded. "Yes, I need to know what happened."He dialed the number and waited. After a few rings, a kind voice answered. "Hello, this is Officer Smith. How can I help you?"Emilio took a deep breath. "Hi, this is Emilio Dalexs. I
Emilio's POV "Lucas," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do you think we’ll ever really find out who did this?"He turned to me, his eyes soft and full of concern. "We will, Emilio. The truth always comes out."I wasn’t so sure. The weight of the accident, the unanswered questions, and the fear that seemed to follow me everywhere made it hard to believe in any kind of resolution. I stared out the window, watching the world go by, feeling like I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached for it and saw a message from Officer Smith. "We need you at the station. We have important news."My heart skipped a beat. I quickly nudged Lucas awake, shaking him gently. "Lucas, they know something."He opened his eyes, instantly alert. "Let’s go."We dressed quickly, the tension between us palpa
Vikram's POV The meeting with Donald was supposed to be the big moment. I had been waiting for days, thinking about how we could finally get rid of Emilio. Every plan we came up with seemed like a good idea at first. But when we tried to make it happen, it always fell apart. It was like trying to build a sandcastle, but the waves kept washing it away. I was getting really frustrated. We had tried so many times to get rid of Emilio, but he just wouldn't go down. I was starting to feel desperate. I remember the first time we tried to ambush Emilio. We had been watching him for a while, so we knew his routine and where he would be. We chose a dark alley as the perfect spot to catch him. But it didn't work out that way. Emilio walked out of the alley without a scratch, while our men were left lying on the ground, hurt and bruised. That failure still hurts. It's like a burn that won't go away. Then we tried to poison Emilio. Donald said it would be impossible to detect, that it woul
Emilio's POV “Ouch,” I groaned, blinking my eyes open slowly. My head throbbed, and everything around me seemed blurry. I tried to sit up but felt a hand gently pushing me back down.“Take it easy,” Lucas’s familiar voice said. I turned my head towards him, squinting to make out his face. “You’ve been through a lot.”“What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse.“You were stabbed,” Lucas said, his voice trembling. “We thought… we thought we lost you.”The memories came rushing back all at once—the sharp pain, the cold darkness, and then Vikram’s face. My hands clenched into fists as anger surged through me.“Vikram,” I growled, my vision sharpening with the rage that boiled inside me. “He betrayed me.”Lucas nodded, his expression filled with concern. “Yes, he did. But you need to rest now. We can deal with him later.”“No,” I snapped, forcing myself to sit up despite the pain. “I’m not waiting. He’s going to pay for what he did.”Lucas grabbed my shoulders, trying to hold me back. “Emi
Lucas's POVThe pain in my chest was nothing compared to the fury boiling inside me as I watched Vikram lunge at Emilio. Time seemed to slow down, and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, drowning out Emilio's gasp of pain. My best friend, my partner, the man I loved—hurt because of Vikram's uncontrollable rage."No!" I shouted, rushing to Emilio's side as he stumbled, clutching the knife wound in his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his shirt a deep crimson. My hands trembled as I reached out to steady him, my heart shattering at the sight of his pain.Emilio's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of shock and determination. "Lucas... I'm okay," he whispered, his voice strained but steady.I shook my head, refusing to believe his words. "You're not okay, Emilio. You’re hurt. We need to get you out of here."Vikram stood a few feet away, the knife still in his hand, his eyes filled with a cold, bitter rage. I could see the satisfaction on his fa
Vikram's POV Lucas was coughing hard, struggling to catch his breath after I had slammed him against the wall. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with defiance, but I was too angry to care."What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, my voice echoing in the room. "You’ve lost your mind, Lucas!"He pushed himself off the wall, still panting. "No, Vikram, you’re the one who’s lost it! You’re out of control!"I stepped closer, fists clenched, trying to hold back my rage. "This is all because of Emilio. He’s poisoned your mind, made you weak. Everything that’s happened is his fault!"Lucas shook his head, his jaw tight. "Don’t you dare blame Emilio for your mess. You did this, Vikram. You turned Emilio into a ripper. You killed Alex. You killed Mackenzie. And now my father, Donald, is dead because of you!"I couldn’t help but laugh, a bitter, mocking sound. "You’re looking for someone to blame? Blame Emilio. He’s the reason all of
Lucas's POV"I can feel it, my father is dead," I said, my voice shaking. Emilio looked at me like I had lost my mind. His eyes were wide, his face filled with confusion. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language."Lucas, what are you talking about?" Emilio finally asked, stepping closer to me. "What do you mean your father is dead? You haven’t even spoken to him in weeks."I shook my head, my hands trembling. "I just know, Emilio. I can feel it. Something’s wrong. And Vikram..." I trailed off, my mind racing. "Vikram is hiding something from me. I’ve tried calling him, but he won’t answer. He’s avoiding me."Emilio frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Lucas, you’re getting worked up over nothing. You need to calm down.""I can’t calm down!" I snapped, my voice rising. "Something is wrong, Emilio. I can feel it in my bones. My father is dead, and Vikram knows something. He’s keeping secrets from me."Emilio sighed, running a hand
Lucas's POV "Can I speak with you?"I typed the message on my phone and sent it to Vikram. I had tried calling him, but he wasn't picking up.I sat on the couch, phone still in my hand, waiting for his response. The TV was on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. My mind was on Vikram and what I wanted to talk to him about.I looked around the room, noticing the messy coffee table and the dirty dishes in the sink. Emilio had left for work a few hours ago, and I was still in my pajamas.My phone buzzed, breaking the silence. I looked down and saw Vikram's response."What's up?" he had typed.I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. What did I want to say to him?"A lot," I typed back. "Can we talk on the phone?"I waited for his response, my heart beating a little faster. What was going on with Vikram? And why wasn't he answering my calls?I got up from the couch and walked over to the window. Somehow, I was bothered and something felt off.The sun was shining brightly, ca
Vikram's POV The meeting with Donald was supposed to be the big moment. I had been waiting for days, thinking about how we could finally get rid of Emilio. Every plan we came up with seemed like a good idea at first. But when we tried to make it happen, it always fell apart. It was like trying to build a sandcastle, but the waves kept washing it away. I was getting really frustrated. We had tried so many times to get rid of Emilio, but he just wouldn't go down. I was starting to feel desperate. I remember the first time we tried to ambush Emilio. We had been watching him for a while, so we knew his routine and where he would be. We chose a dark alley as the perfect spot to catch him. But it didn't work out that way. Emilio walked out of the alley without a scratch, while our men were left lying on the ground, hurt and bruised. That failure still hurts. It's like a burn that won't go away. Then we tried to poison Emilio. Donald said it would be impossible to detect, that it woul
Emilio's POV "Lucas," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do you think we’ll ever really find out who did this?"He turned to me, his eyes soft and full of concern. "We will, Emilio. The truth always comes out."I wasn’t so sure. The weight of the accident, the unanswered questions, and the fear that seemed to follow me everywhere made it hard to believe in any kind of resolution. I stared out the window, watching the world go by, feeling like I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached for it and saw a message from Officer Smith. "We need you at the station. We have important news."My heart skipped a beat. I quickly nudged Lucas awake, shaking him gently. "Lucas, they know something."He opened his eyes, instantly alert. "Let’s go."We dressed quickly, the tension between us palpa
Writer's POV Lucas walked over with a smile. "Good morning, Emilio. How do you feel today?"Emilio stretched a bit and smiled back. "I feel okay, just a little tired."Lucas nodded. "That’s good to hear. We have a lot to think about today."Emilio knew Lucas was right. The accident was still fresh in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the black SUV and how strange it was that the driver was gone. It didn’t feel like an accident.After breakfast, Emilio sat on the couch, holding his phone. He wanted to call the police again to see if they had found anything about the driver. Lucas sat next to him, holding his hand."Are you ready to call them?" Lucas asked softly.Emilio nodded. "Yes, I need to know what happened."He dialed the number and waited. After a few rings, a kind voice answered. "Hello, this is Officer Smith. How can I help you?"Emilio took a deep breath. "Hi, this is Emilio Dalexs. I
Emilio's POV The morning of the big meeting felt like a dream. I had worked so hard, and now the day was here. I woke up early because I was too excited to sleep. Lucas was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I felt thankful for him. Even though we had some fights lately, he was always there for me. "Good morning," I said, standing in the doorway. He turned and smiled. "Morning. Big day today." "Yeah," I said, feeling nervous. "Thanks for making breakfast." "Of course," he said, putting a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "You need to eat to have energy." We ate quietly, and it felt nice. Lucas put his hand on my shoulder. "You’re going to do great, Emilio. Just be yourself." "Thank you," I said softly. "I couldn’t have done this without you." He smiled but looked a little worried. "Remember, we’re in this together." "Always," I promised and gave him a quick kiss. After breakfast, I got ready carefully. I picked clothes that were bo