James wasn’t one to make threats lightly, but after his recent discoveries, he knew it was time to have a serious conversation with Damien Cross. That evening after his conversation with Sienna, he dialed a number he hadn’t called in years.The line connected. “Damien,” James said, his voice as cold and controlled as always.There was a pause on the other end, and then Damien’s voice responded“Mr Bennett.”James didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“We have some things that need to be discussed.”“Business?” Damien asked though they both knew that wasn’t what this was about.“Something like that,” James replied.“Kindly be at my office tomorrow morning. Eight sharp.”There was a long silence, Damien could hear the faint tick of a clock in the background and could feel the weight in James' tone - not threatening, but commanding.“I’ll be there.” He said.And then, James ended the call without another word.Damien settled in his bed. He knew why James Bennett had called and he was read
Damien didn’t knock. He shoved the door open like he’d been holding back rage for miles.Because he was. How dare James Bennett tell him to leave Chloe? Who did he think he was?Damien’s anger was interrupted by the sound of whimpers as he walked in.“Chloe,” his voice thundered through the room.She was still on the floor, back against the wall, eyes glassy and distant. Her arm was cradled against her chest.When she saw him, she shuddered.“Damien…” she whispered.He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to his knees beside her. His eyes zeroed in on the red mark on her arm.“What the fuck is this?” he hissed, reaching out but not touching—afraid he might hurt her more.Chloe looked away.He grabbed her gently, but firmly. “Chloe. Who did this to you?”She swallowed hard before answering “My Father.”He stared at her, and then realization crashed down. “He put his hands on you?”She flinched at the venom in his voice but nodded slowly.“Tell me exactly what he did.” He was b
Damien watched Chloe as she picked out her outfit for her meeting with her father.“Are you sure you’re okay going alone?” He asked sitting up in the bed.“Yes, I am.” She said sharply.“And what if he tries to lay his hands on you again.” “He won’t, he’s probably drowning in guilt right now.” She said as she picked out a blue suit. “That’s what he always does.”“So you don’t need some sort of emotional bodyguard,” Damien asked as he chuckled.“I’ll be fine Damien, thank you for the offer, but this is something I need to do on my own.”“Very well then.” He said, buttoning up her jacket. “I’ll let myself out. Call me if there’s anything.”“I will,” Chloe said. Picking up her handbag as she headed toward the door.“And Chloe…” Damien paused. “I’m proud of you.”She smiled and gave a slight nod before heading out.As Damien got himself ready to leave, his phone buzzed in his pants pocket.He picked it up in a swift motion. “Talk to me.” He said.“Damien” Ethan’s voice came in sharp. “We
The night air burned in his lungs.Ryan stumbled forward, one hand pressed against the jagged wall of a crumbling alleyway, the other clutched at his side. Every breath felt like fire, sharp and uneven, tearing at his chest. His vision swam, streets melting into shadows. He hadn’t made it far. He knew that. But it was far enough that he didn’t know where he was anymore.Far enough that Damien’s men hadn’t caught up to him. Yet.His clothes were soaked with sweat and dirt, his shirt torn from catching on a fence during the escape. One of his shoes was missing. He couldn’t even remember where he lost it. Blood trickled from his lip, he must have bitten it when he fell the last time.He kept looking over his shoulder, convinced he’d see someone in a black coat rounding the corner, eyes cold, hand already reaching for him. But the alley stayed empty. Only the echo of his unsteady footsteps filled the silence.A garbage bin rattled somewhere behind him. Ryan jumped, heart nearly bursting o
Ethan froze. He held the phone to his ear, listening to the single word Damien had just said. “Speak.”And that wasn’t like Damien. Not really. Not when they were alone. He was trying to be formal.Ethan’s mind shifted in an instant. He didn’t say anything at first, buying himself a second or two of silence to think.Damien was never careless. Which meant this clipped command, was a signal. An indication. Someone was listening.And Ethan had a damn good guess who it was.“Put it on speaker,” Chloe said, arms crossed tight over her chest.“Chloe, what’s the meaning of this?” Damien grunted.“I just want to know, that’s all. I want to know I’m not crazy for feeling like something’s off.”“You don’t trust me?”“I’m trying to,” she said, stepping forward. “But you’re making it hard.”For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air was thick with tension. Damien looked down at the phone still in his hand, Ethan’s name glowing on the screen, then back up at Chloe.He shook his head and Chloe s
Damien sat on the edge of his bed, still dressed in black slacks and the shirt he hadn’t bothered to unbutton since he got home. The night stretched quietly around him, the city humming just beyond his windows. He hadn’t turned on the lights. He didn’t need them.His mind was elsewhere.Chloe’s voice had echoed in his head the entire ride home. “Put it on speaker.”The way she’d looked at him—uncertain, cautious. Like she wasn’t sure who she was standing in front of.It shouldn’t have bothered him. But it did.She was right to question him. He wasn’t being honest with her. Not fully. But the fact that she noticed, meant he slipped. And Damien never slipped.He leaned back, exhaling, his fingers dragging through his hair.Then there was Ryan, he had told Ethan to let him go. He wasn’t scared of the consequences of Ryan’s escape. Because there was none. Ryan wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t dare. Because if he did, he knew it would only get worse for him.A ding sounded from the
The ceiling was a blur of white, flickering faintly with the hum of overhead lights. Ryan blinked once. Then again. His eyes focused, slowly adjusting to the sterile brightness around him. His body ached, not the sharp kind of pain, but the heavy, dragging kind, like gravity itself, was stronger today. His lips were dry. His throat was sore. But when he turned his head and saw her, Sienna face off with her sister, arms folded, eyes red from exhaustion, something in his chest lifted. He asked quietly, “What’s going on here?” Sienna’s head shot to her side. Her eyes widened. “Ryan?” He tried to sit up, but she was already at his side, gently pressing him back down. “Hey—don’t move. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He let out a shaky breath. “Where the fuck am I?” “Hospital,” she said softly, brushing some hair off his forehead. “You’ve been out for hours.” He scanned the room slowly. His gaze landed on the second figure standing and staring at him. “Chloe…” Her name left his mouth bef
The hospital hallways were quieter now, dimmed for the night, with only the low hum of machines and muffled voices behind closed doors. Damien walked through them with the calm of someone who belonged there, even though he didn’t.“Mr Cross,” a nurse stopped him. “Where to?”“I’m here for Ryan Hastings,” Damien said, his hands crossed behind his back.“Mr Cross, visiting hours are over.” She said trying to hide a blush.“I know that but…come on.” Damien smiled sheepishly.She glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was watching.“Okay, I can give you 30 minutes. Room 212.”“Thank you.” He said giving her a wink. When he reached Room 212, he paused.Ryan was alone. The lights were low but bright enough to see across his bruised face. He lay half-propped up, bandages still fresh, IV hooked to his arm, but his eyes were open. Barely.Damien opened the door slowly, quiet enough not to be heard. Ryan sat up as soon as he heard the slight creek of the door.“Sienna,” he said quietly
The air thickened the moment Sebastian Cross stepped through the doorway. He didn’t announce himself with volume—he didn’t need to. His presence alone shifted the room’s centre of gravity like someone had opened a window during a storm. Sienna didn’t move. Her arm blocked the entrance for a moment too long. “Are you just going to keep me standing out here?” He said—a smirk creeping along his face. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, her pulse hammering in her temples. Sebastian smiled—not kindly. “Thanks, darling.” He strolled in like he owned the place, scanning the room with casual contempt. His gaze settled on Ryan first—who looked like he’d rather disappear into the wall. Then Miranda. She stood stiffly by the fireplace, one hand clenched around her phone, her knuckles white. When her eyes met Sebastian’s, something flickered for a moment. She blinked it away. “I see we’re having a family meeting,” Sebastian drawled. “How sweet.” “What the hell are you doing here?”
The air around Damien and Chloe stilled for a moment. He rubbed his fingers on his chin as he spoke through the tension in the room.“There’s something you need to know,” He muttered.Chloe’s hands dropped from where they’d been folded across her chest. Her eyes didn’t narrow. Her jaw didn’t tense. She just nodded once, quiet and open.“Okay,” she said softly. “Tell me.”Damien opened his mouth. The words hovered on the edge of his breath, heavy and bitter, ready to bleed out.But before he could say a word his thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the doorbell.The sound snapped between them like a crack in the air.Chloe flinched slightly, then looked toward the door. “Hold that thought,” she murmured, already moving.Damien stayed frozen for a beat, hands still curled at his sides. His heart pounded—not from nerves, but from the universe’s timing. He exhaled slowly, trying to shake it off, and turned just in time to catch the soft glow of her phone lighting up on the table.Ther
Sienna knocked on the white oak door in front of her. She stood tall on the familiar porch she walked away from years ago.She remembered the memories she had on that porch.The flowers she and Chloe used to decorate the doors. The muddy puddles they splashed in splattered on the walls.But her thoughts were interrupted by the subtle creaking of the door opening. She looked up to see the face of the woman she hadn’t seen in years.She had aged well but her grace hadn’t faded one bit.Miranda Bennett stared at her daughter like she had seen a ghost.“Sienna,” she said shortly—almost a whisper.Sienna nodded her head in confirmation. “Mom.”A moment of silence settled between the two women. Sienna gripped the strap of her purse tightly as if this could make the situation any less real.“Come in sweetheart.” Miranda gestured into her home.Sienna stepped in carefully. Every move was slow and calculated.Her eyes scanned the living room. “I see you did some renovating.” She said, runnin
The rain hadn’t stopped. It tapped gently on the windows like a lullaby that never ended. Chloe blinked awake, still wrapped in her robe, the soft cotton sticking slightly to her skin from where her damp hair had soaked into the fabric during the night. The room was dim, lit only by the grey morning light that crept through half-closed curtains. Her eyes drifted to the nightstand. Her phone lay there, the memory of Sienna’s message creeping in. It was just a line but it was just enough to pull her out of whatever fragile place Damien had coaxed her into. Chloe exhaled, pushing the thought away like she had all night. Not now. Not yet. Because Damien was still there. Slouched in the armchair by the fireplace, his long frame folded into something almost boyish in sleep. One arm hung over the side, fingers twitching faintly like he was still fighting something in a dream. His wet clothes were gone—his jacket hung on the back of a chair, his shirt wrinkled on the floor ne
The rain came down in sheets, soaking Damien to the skin. He stood outside Chloe’s building, his hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his lashes, but he didn’t move from the buzzer.“Chloe,” he said again, his voice heavy, gravelly from the cold and everything else weighing on him. “Please.”The intercom clicked on. Her voice came through, cold as the air around him.“I said talk. You wanted to talk, so go ahead. I’m listening.”Damien closed his eyes, exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.“Not like this.”He looked up at the speaker box as if it were her face.“Not through this damn thing.”“Well, I don’t care. You can yell through the rain for all I care. Maybe next time, bring a phone. That way you’d know I’ve been trying to reach you.”His throat tightened. “I know.”He stepped back slightly, rain streaking down his face like tears. “I saw the messages. I’m sorry.”“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Damien.” She snapped.“I know that too.” He says quickly.There w
Damien couldn’t take his eyes off his brother as he stood in the doorway. His shoulders were broader, his face sharper, but the resemblance still ran deep in their blood. He looked tired but not broken.“Four years, huh?” came the deep, rough voice.“You got taller.” He said chucking.Damien pursed his lips, he shifted in his seat.“You got older.”Marcel let out a dry, bitter chuckle as he approached the chair opposite him.He settled into the chair, his body opposing every movement.“Yeah, prison tends to do that.”They sat in silence that said too much. Damien looked at his brother, and for a second, guilt flickered in his eyes.“I didn’t know if you’d see me,” Damien said.“Didn’t think you’d come,” Marcel replied, folding his arms. “But I figured Sebastian got to you.”Damien gave a small nod.“He said it was time.”“It was time years ago.” Marcel leaned forward, elbows on the table. “But I guess now that the family name is burning, you all remember who you left behind.”Damien s
The night felt colder after he left.Chloe hadn’t moved from the spot by the door. She stood there for what felt like forever, her fingers still curled around the edge of the doorknob, like if she let go, something in her would unravel.The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.Even the hum of the fridge or the occasional creak of the building felt distant. Like background noise in a world that had suddenly stopped making sense.Sebastian’s voice was still echoing in her mind.“You’re not what he needs.”“He might love you. But that doesn’t mean he’ll choose you.”She swallowed hard, the burn of humiliation and heartbreak crawling slowly up her throat. She had faced a lot in her life—more than most—but something about the way he’d spoken to her, the cold authority in his tone, made her feel small in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.Not weak.Just… uninvited. Like an outsider in a story, she thought she was part of.She walked slowly back toward the couch, Damien’s hoodie still wrapped
Chloe sat curled on the couch, wrapped in one of Damien’s oversized hoodies—the dark navy one that still smelled faintly like him. Her phone was clenched in her hand, the screen dim and lifeless. She hadn’t looked away from it in over an hour.She had called. Again. And again. And again.There were five missed calls. All from her.The last one was just twenty minutes ago.She hadn’t left another voicemail. What was the point? The first two had said enough. The second even ended with a weak laugh, one meant to cover the crack in her voice. She hated that she’d sounded needy. She hated even more that she was needy right now.Sighing, she unlocked the screen and stared at the call log. His name sat at the top like a ghost: Damien Cross.No returned call.No message.Not even a read receipt on the text she sent earlier. She opened it again:“Are we still on for tonight? Let me know when you’re close.”It was delivered. That was it.A lump formed in her throat. She tilted her head back aga
Ryan didn’t move. He couldn’t.Sebastian’s voice hung like a blade suspended inches from his throat.He couldn’t look away. He didn’t dare look at Damien either—who sat silently, watching like this had all been rehearsed. Because maybe it had.Sebastian stepped further into the room, every movement slow and scary. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to.Ryan rose to his feet instinctively, but his legs felt unsteady. “You didn’t expect me, did you?” Sebastian asked, tilting his head like he was inspecting a bug beneath glass. “That’s Damien’s problem. He gives people hope they don’t deserve.”“Sebastian…” Ryan croaked, but even he didn’t know what he was trying to say. An apology? An explanation?Sebastian waved his hand. “Don’t embarrass yourself, Ryan. You’ve already done enough of that for a lifetime.”Ryan let out a sigh, his pulse ringing in his ears.“What’s the most important thing you were taught, Ryan?” Sebastian asked.Ryan’s voice came in low, almost a whisper.“That family is