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The planning of each step took time but it’s all worth it knowing everything so far is going according to plan.Dante and Luca’s network of runners found us a lead and an address for a warehouse for Serafino’s drugs. Having managed to intercept their most recent drop, Dante had instructed his men to capture those who they deem useful.“Did it really work?” I ask just as Luca lowers his phone from his ear. He looks at me with a small smile before nodding.“It did. The plan worked perfectly,” Luca replies. Pocketing his phone, he gestures for Dante and me to follow him out of Dante’s office. “He’s ready to talk, Boss.”As the three of us walk out of the office, I realize that this is the second time that I find myself in the middle of the action. The first being Dante’s rescue.I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts. This is no time to relive the horrors of this day, especially when I’m facing something similar right now. I need all of my focus or else, I’m going to spiral.“Who
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“Why are we here?” I ask as Dante closes the door to our bedroom. He continues to walk inside gently ushering me to sit on the bed.After revealing that the island is the next step, Dante started acting weird.“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Dante says softly as he sits on the edge of the bed. This way, we’re facing each other.Confused, I simply say, “Okay.” Not wanting to mess with the seemingly delicate situation. Earlier, Dante had this grim expression and the overall mood had been dark since we left the dungeons.Dante may not have noticed but I saw him and Luca exchange looks before the latter went away to do whatever it is that Dante asked him to do. They’re being so secretive and it’s making the anxiety build in me. It settles badly in the pit of my stomach and then it dawns on me before Dante could even utter another word.“Shit. You’re locking me in here again… aren’t you?” I look straight into his eyes not bothering to hide the fear from my face. I study hi
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Without having to look, I know all the color drains out of my face the moment I heard those words. I feel faint, and if I wasn’t already sitting down, my legs would have given out beneath me.“What? No. It can’t be possible.” Disbelief is the only thing running in my mind right now, fighting to push out any thoughts of my sister trapped in those container vans.I lift my head in time to see Dante nod solemnly. “She’s young, beautiful, and untouched. She would have fetched a high price.”What the actual fuck? Does Serafino’s cruelty know no bounds?I feel sick. Swallowing the bile that’s risen to my throat, I silently wonder how long it would take to get to the bathroom or if I would even make it.“Noah did the right thing when he escaped with her.” Dante’s trying to make me feel better. I can tell from how gentle he’s being and how delicate he’s treating this situation. For that, I’m grateful.“My baby sister…”“Jean, she’s safe now.” I hear Dante’s voice but his words don’t register.
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“You’re sure about this? There’s nothing I can do to make you sit this one out?” Dante asks quietly, not to be overheard by the rest of the team preparing to mount the boat sitting idly on the pier.The whole day it was overcast, so now, the clouds cast a thin veil over the moon, giving us more cover than we’d hoped for. The plan is going to go well.We’ll hijack that boat, get to the island, gather the evidence that we need, then free those innocent people. The plan is simple. But that’s the thing with simple things, they don’t always mean easy.“We’ve been over this at least a dozen times, Dante,” I reply softly, not wanting to aggravate him so close to the start of the mission. “I’ll have your back and you’ll have mine. We’re a team. We’ll be fine.”Dante’s expression turns dark even as he reaches one of his gloved hands forward to touch my face. “No one will touch you. I’ll make sure of it.”Smiling, I nod my head to say that I trust him. Dante lets me go and turns around to walk
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Silence envelopes the entire boat as our team waits hidden with bated breath. We listen carefully to the sound of each panel of the flooring as heavy booted feet stomp onto the platform. They’re here.The footsteps get closer, and it’s impossible to tell how many of them there are. Four? At least, maybe more.“What the fuck happened, man?” One of them grunts out, his voice has a heavy accent but I can’t quite place where it’s from. “You were supposed to call in two hours ago.”When no one breathes in reply, we hear the shift in their demeanor immediately. They know something is wrong, and soon it will be our time to strike.It’s still dark despite the sun slowly making its appearance, and we use it to our advantage. Before long, I hear the heavy grunts and groans of pain from the men, then big splashes into the ocean. We take that as our sign to move out of hiding.From the control room, I make my way out just in time to see Daveed throw another man overboard. He floats aimlessly in t
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“And you’re sure this will work?” I ask one last time before we head down to the village. My heart pounds against my chest, my brain screaming at me that this plan is flimsy at best. And to add fuel to the raging fire of anxiety already building in me, Dante’s team and mine are separated. So even if I know the plan might fail, I ask for the reassurance anyway.“Positive.” It’s Noah who answers, standing before his team of three other men. They’re dressed like we are, but they all wear something much heavier, their shoulders slumping with the weight and my heart goes out to them in their grief.Three men. They lost three men trying to safely land here, and those who live carry that burden, visible in the determination in their eyes. They seek vengeance for their fallen comrades.Facing Dante, I notice that he too looks forlorn. They were his men too, he mourns for them too. To me, they might be faceless soldiers, but to Dante and Noah they were their brothers.“And you trust him?” I as
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“The fuck?” someone curses under their breath. “That makes three, right?”“Something’s wrong,” another soldier mutters as he lowers the body to the ground. There’s something sinister about the way the bone in the neck bulges awkwardly at a weird angle. In no time, I’m sure the area around it will turn purple and blue, but that’s not what’s weird.“There are too many of them,” Adeline notes to which some of the soldiers with me nod in agreement. They’re right. There are too many.Noah’s team reported that there would be around three dozen men scattered around and inside the village where they keep the prisoners, but we’ve encountered three already, which means the other teams are in a similar situation. We’ve barely managed to scratch the surface and something has already gone wrong.“We blew up their boat, someone must have seen it,” another comments.“Wait,” I call out quietly, stopping in front of the downed enemy. Call it morbid curiosity, but there’s something I need to confirm. K
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My eyes widen in surprise, there’s no way they know I’m part of the mission team. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dante’s finger flexing around the rifle’s trigger. As carefully as I can, I reach forward to grip the back of his shirt, tugging him back, a silent warning to help him calm down. It seems to work.“Let them go,” Noah hisses, his shoulders tense as he aims his gun slowly toward the village chief.“Those weren’t my orders,” the chief replies smoothly, in his thick South Asian accent. “I was told to talk only to Jean Atwood and I’m sure that’s not you.”Ever so slowly, Dante inches sideways to block me from the enemy’s view. My grip on his shirt tightens, in fear of what’s about to come.“If she’s not here, my orders are to kill them all.” There’s a glint in the chief’s eyes, something akin to amusement, and it makes me sick to my stomach.I can’t let him kill all of these innocents. Slowly, I pull away from Dante, but he senses my movements, he knows what I’m about to do
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12 YEARS LATER. “Come on! We’re going to miss it! Hurry, Papa!” “Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” The man hastens after his daughter, weaving through a small crowd of people that had just arrived, same as them. The young girl complains, “We promised Lily we’d be on time—there!” she points to the entrance of the auditorium. “Lily!” Lily waves back frantically at her sister. “You made it, Rose!” Lily replies running up the remainder of the distance between them. “You missed the opening ceremony but the displays are out. Come on!” The twins leave their father behind, opting to rush inside the auditorium that was converted into a small gallery to display the artworks created by the students of the summer art program. The auditorium is large for a school with a population of only a few hundred, but the family decided that a private school was best for their kids. “Ah, you’ve finally arrived,” Jean greets her husband as he strides toward her. She looks as beautiful as ever with her
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Jean“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asks when he notices the tear that escapes my eye. “I won’t have tears for our reunion, love.”I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to stain my cheeks and pull away from the man I used to call my husband.With my head still spinning, I manage to get out of work immediately with the promise that I would close the deal with the mysterious art donor.Dante—or rather, Gavin and I find ourselves behind the safety of my apartment doors soon enough.“Now,” I order just as the doors close behind us. “Explain yourself.”Gavin quirks an eyebrow at me, “Quite a warm welcome, love.” I sense the sarcasm in his voice which makes me roll my eyes at him.“When you explain yourself, I might reconsider.”“Why are you mad at me?” he asks almost in disbelief. “When everything I did, I did for you.”“For me?” I scoff loudly, returning the same energy and disbelief. “You left me alone for two years! Even when I asked you to come—” then shaking my he
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JeanI think it’s been three days since I learned about Dante’s death. Three days that I’ve stayed home, calling in sick for work because there’s no way I can hold myself together in public when I burst into tears every hour or so.It’s been three days since my world shattered.The television has been playing on the same news channel the whole time with me waiting for any developments. I dove into the deeper parts of the internet, looking for any information but there is none to be found.“This is it, huh?” I whisper to myself, clinging onto the fleece blanket wrapped around me as I stare out the window. The heavy rain doesn’t help my mood at all, but it gives me comfort that the sky weeps for my loss too.I go to sleep that night feeling a blackhole-sized void in my heart.~~~The next morning, I woke up with several texts from the gallery asking me to come back to work. I’ve informed them that I couldn’t come but it must be an emergency if even my head supervisor is leaving me voic
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JeanI don’t remember the bar being this stuffy, but I somehow find myself suffocating in the middle of a conversation with my colleagues. And suddenly the black dress I’m wearing is too short and too tight on my body.I shouldn’t have come tonight. It’s a full night at the club, and it doesn’t take long before I request to move to a private room. I’m met with various curious and lust-filled looks but I ignore them. Parisians know how to party, and oftentimes those parties involve more than just drinking and dancing, there’s always something more.I’m sure my colleagues assumed I was asking for more, but I simply needed to get away from the crowd.Lara invited way too many strangers, but I figured this party was more for them than it was for my work anniversary. But I go along with it. I’ll just have to find an excuse to leave a bit earlier than the rest of them.“Jean, why aren’t you dancing?” Lara pipes up hugging me from behind. I chuckle softly, she’s already buzzed. “Ditch these
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Jean I fumble with my coat as I reach for my phone in my purse. The rain hasn’t let up once since December rolled in. I would have preferred to stay in the office today, but the statement for Bianca’s tuition came in my email last night.I tried to call her, but Bianca’s phone seems to be turned off and I went straight to voice mail.“Hey, Bub. I’m on my way to the bank now to pay for your tuition and other fees. Let me know if you need anything else— Oh! And as usual, do you want me to release your trust yet or not? That’s all bye! Call me back!”The answer has always been the same. Bianca doesn’t want to touch the money our parents left us until she was making her own. And I took it upon myself to pay for her education despite her protests.But I still figured I’d ask her every four months or so. Bianca was sustaining herself by working part-time and getting free lessons by volunteering for every camp and workshop. But she grew up sheltered and pampered. As her big sister, I still
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DanteIn the end, Jean leaves like a thief in the night. She left no note except for the signed divorce papers on top of the living room center table. I watch from the balcony as Jean shoulders a small carry-on bag with only her essentials. Despite the thundering protests I feel stirring in my chest, I know that tonight is the night I lose her. From the corner of my eye, I spot a few men with guns trained at her, ready to fire at my command. Their previous orders were to not allow Jean out of their sight, which includes having to injure her if she gets taken away by enemies again. But this time is different.Luca stands beside me, watching the same scene unfold. “Dante, are you sure about letting her get away?”I understand his sentiments. The amount of time, money, and effort I’d put into making her mine, only to watch her walk away in the end.And I was sure. But as I watch her walk away, I find out that letting her go is the single hardest thing I’ve done in my life.“Yes, tell m
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DanteI let Jean cry in my arms. The contract was a way to keep us both tethered to each other, and now that it’s gone, there’s nothing officially tying us together. In a way, we both lost someone tonight.“What happens now?” Jean asks with the softest voice. She sniffles a bit before sitting up, but she doesn’t leave my lap.With us finally being at eye level, I can see how red Jean’s nose is, her cheeks are tinted pink as well. She’s beautiful, and I make sure to tell her just that.“Will you stay?” I ask instead, even though I know full well that Jean’s already made up her mind about this long ago.Her eyes soften as she takes me in fully. One of Jean’s hands comes up to cup my cheek, and she smiles ever so softly as she whispers my name.“Dante… I love you,” Jean starts and it’s the saddest I’ve ever heard her utter those words. I know there’s a but coming up. “I never asked for this life, and I—I don’t want any part of it.”Jean finishes talking, shaking her head from side to sid
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DanteThe day I’ve been dreading has finally come. The day that I let her go.I watch Jean silently as she stares out of the wall windows. With the rain softly pattering outside, it reflects my mood perfectly. Jean looks stunning even in sleep shorts and a pullover she stole from my closet. She looks so perfect in my clothes, in my penthouse… and in my life.Suddenly the folder in my hand feels heavier than it should be.I ground myself before approaching Jean, needing to be a hundred percent sure I can handle this conversation. Because once I start, there’s no going back.“Hey,” I whisper in her ear as I wrap my arms around her from behind. Jean leans into my touch, resting her head against my shoulder.“What is it?” she asks, a frown on her face as she turns in my arms to face me. She must have noticed my agitation. “Is everything okay?” Jean reaches forward and cups my cheek.“Yeah,” I reply simply, offering her a reassuring smile—at least I tried to. “Come here for a sec.”“Dante,
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JeanUpon hearing those words, I notice that Dante had made himself scarce. Now that I think about it, he didn’t enter the living room with me and Bianca. He most likely left the penthouse to talk to Noah. How do I know that? Because there is no way in hell that Dante would have allowed Bianca to travel alone right when the investigation for the Regis family is about to start.But there’s something in the air that doesn’t quite feel like home.The woman in front of me may look like my little sister, Bianca, but she’s different. The last time I saw her she still had her baby cheeks and that wanderlust look in her eyes, but now that’s all gone.Her eyes no longer hold wonder in them but wisdom that only hardship and experience can mold. Her features look more angled, more mature.It makes me wonder if I somehow look the same to her or if I’ve changed in her eyes as she has changed in mine.I smile at my sister, albeit a little sad that I missed out on an entire year of her life. My baby
