Mandy stared at her phone screen. Still pondering on Davis words, she couldn’t believe what he had spilled out. Davis—her most loyal ally—had turned against her. His harsh words echoed in her mind: “You’ve used me, Mandy. Used me to kill, destroy… I’ve lost count of all the people we’ve hurt.” And just like that, he had cut the call, leaving her in stunned silence. For a few moments, Mandy was frozen, unable to move or process what had just happened. How could he do this to her? After everything? Her eyes welled up with tears as she replayed Davis’s words. **Innocent lives?** She shook her head, trying to block out the guilt that was creeping into her mind. No, this wasn’t her fault. None of this was. She had been pushed into this by circumstances. She had no choice. Why were men like this? First Ramsey, then Dwight, and now Davis? They had all betrayed her, each in their own way. And yet, she had done nothing wrong. At least, she didn’t think she had. Mandy let out a bit
Mandy stood frozen, the weight of Serena’s words pressing down on her like a boulder. “You really still think Alex Hermidez is the toddler you knew back then! awwn.” Serena hissed, her voice sharp and venomous. “And why did you let him find out you caused the fire? Foolish girl.” Mandy’s heart skipped a beat as the realization hit her. Alex had been there. He was still on the cliff when Dwight had spilled everything—He heard everything. The fire, Ramsey, the deaths… Alex had heard it all. How could she have been so careless? Serena’s voice interrupted her thoughts, continuing with a chilling tone. “You know, I’m proud of you, Mandy. You did something I wish I had the guts to do before I left—killing Ramsey. But… you left unfinished edges. That’s where you went wrong. You’re not cut out for this life, Mandy. You’re no hoodlum. You’re just a little fowl driven by your emotions." Serena snapped. "Keep crowing, little fella." With that, Serena ended the call, leaving Mandy standin
Mandy jolted awake in her hotel room, her heart was pounding in her chest. The room was eerily silent, the dim light of dawn creeping through the small crack in the curtains. She squinted at the alarm clock on the bedside table—5:26 AM. Too early, she thought, annoyed at herself for waking up so soon. Her body ached from the lack of proper rest, and she considered lying back down, desperate for more sleep.But then she saw it—a shadow.It moved behind the curtains, a tall, ominous figure shifting ever so slightly. Mandy froze, her breath catching in her throat. Fear surged through her veins. Her voice trembled as she called out, "Who's there?"No response. The shadow shifted again, and this time, her entire body went cold. She screamed, but the thick, soundproof walls of the hotel room trapped her voice. No one would hear her.The curtain slowly parted, and out stepped the figure. Tall, menacing, familiar.Mandy’s blood turned to ice as she recognized the man in front of her. It was
Cane stepped into Mandy's hotel room with a soft knock. His tall frame blocked out the light from the hallway as he smiled warmly, holding a small paper bag filled with snacks. Mandy, who had been pacing around nervously, immediately rushed to him. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the tears she'd shed throughout the morning. “Hey, I brought some snacks for you,” Cane said, his voice calm and reassuring. Without saying a word, Mandy threw her arms around him, clutching his jacket as if holding on for dear life. She buried her face into his chest, her body trembling with fear and uncertainty. Everything felt like it was falling apart, and Cane’s presence was the only thing grounding her. Cane gently rubbed her back, whispering softly, “It’s okay, Mandy. I’m here. We’ll figure this out.” After a moment, Mandy pulled back slightly, sniffling and wiping away the last of her tears. “I just... I can’t take all of this anymore,” she whispered. “Serena, Davis, Bella, Alex… it’s like e
Mandy’s hands flew to her mouth as Cane uttered the words that shook her entire world.“Davis is gay.”Her scream echoed through the room, piercing the air like a gunshot. She flinched backward, her mind spinning out of control. This couldn’t be real. It felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.“Gay?” Mandy choked out, her voice trembling. “How… how is that even possible?”Cane’s expression remained steady, though there was a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. “I know it’s a lot to take in, Mandy, but there’s more. I’ve been digging into Alex Hermidez too, and what I found out… well, it’s even more shocking.”Mandy stood frozen, her heart hammering in her chest as she stared at him. How could anything top what Cane had just told her?“Alex underwent surgery a year ago,” Cane continued, his voice serious. “The childhood friend you thought you knew… is dead. The person walking around with Alex’s face and identity is someone else entirely. I don’t know who it is yet, but the real A
Mandy’s heart pounded violently in her chest as the realization hit her like a tidal wave. "Ramsey might be alive." Her thoughts spiraled out of control, crashing into one another. She staggered back, clutching her temples, trying to make sense of everything. Cane, noticing her distress, reached out and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Mandy, I know this is a lot to take in.” But she barely registered his touch. Her mind was too broken, too overwhelmed. Was it fear she felt? Disappointment? Or just another burning reason to destroy both Davis and Ramsey? She couldn’t tell anymore. The weight of betrayal was suffocating her. Suddenly, she shook her head, her voice cracking as she spoke. “There’s still one thing I don’t understand, Cane. Alex Hermidez... Who is he? And what does he want? This doesn’t make sense.” Cane looked at her, his brows furrowed. “How did you meet him?” Mandy sighed, her voice trembling as she recounted the memory. “I met him at Eric Villagio’s lounge.
Ramsey’s heart raced with emotions as he paced the small, dimly lit room. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and cigarette smoke. His fists clenched and unclenched, his mind still racing as he locked eyes with Davis, the man who held him captive. “When am I going to get out of this sleek game of yours?” Ramsey barked, his voice laced with frustration and anger. Davis just smirked, lounging comfortably in his chair like he was the king of the world. “You ain't going nowhere, nigga,” he said, his tone cool and patronizing. “Remember, everybody thinks you're dead. If you show up out there, they'll kill you for real, thinking you’re some kinda ghost.” Ramsey’s jaw tightened, his muscles tensing with the urge to punch something—or someone. “All these bullshits are crap,” he spat, throwing his hands in the air. “Why are you doing this to me, huh? Why? What’s in it for you?” Davis chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent chills down Ramsey’s spine. “Me? I ain’t the one wh
Bella paced restlessly back and forth in her living room, the frustration mounting in her chest. It's been day since Ramsey promised he was coming home, and his absence was driving her insane. Her thoughts raced between worry and hope, wondering when she'd see him again. She clutched her phone, willing it to ring, for him to call and tell her everything would be alright. *Knock! Knock!* The loud rapping at the door startled Bella. Her heart leaped with excitement as she rushed toward the door. It had to be him. Finally. Ramsey was back. He had to be. With a beaming smile, Bella flung the door open, only for her face to fall immediately when she saw who was standing there. Mandy. Disappointment filled Bella’s eyes, and her expression twisted with rage. Without a second thought, she slammed the door shut in Mandy’s face, but Mandy was quick. She jammed her foot against the door before it could fully close. "Bella, please!" Mandy pleaded, her voice cracking. "Just hear me out. I n