SkyI gasped as we stepped inside the Hotel. The grandeur of the interior was overwhelming—the glittering chandeliers, the soft, warm glow of the lights, the perfectly set tables, and the slow, elegant music playing in the background. Even the paintings on the walls felt alive, telling stories I couldn’t quite grasp but couldn’t look away from.“Did you book the whole place?” I asked him, my voice hushed, still trying to take everything in. The hotel was empty except for a few staff members moving discreetly in the background.He nodded, a deep smile on his lips.I followed as he led me to a beautifully set table in the center of the room. He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down, watching as he took the seat across from me. My fingers brushed against the smooth tablecloth, and I couldn’t help but admire how perfect everything was.A waiter approached with a tray. He placed two delicate wine glasses on the table, then poured red wine into them. With a slight bow, he retreated, lea
DareSky looked at me, her gaze flickering with hesitation, then back down at her plate. I could tell she was building up the courage to ask something, the way her fingers played nervously with the edge of her napkin, her fork tapping softly against her plate.She finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. “How about your parents?”The question lingered in the air, her fork tapping three times before she added quickly, “You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry for asking.” She dropped her gaze back to her food, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.For a moment, I stayed quiet, watching her fidget with her food, waiting for her to look up at me again. Most people knew better than to ask me personal questions, and even fewer dared to dig into my past. But with Sky, it didn’t feel invasive. It felt… different.I leaned back slightly, resting my elbow on the table, and decided to give her something I rarely shared—pieces of my truth. “My mom died when I was young,” I said, my tone steady b
DareFour days had passed, and everything had been going so smoothly that it felt almost unnatural. These days with Sky had been some of the happiest of my life. We hadn’t yet put our feelings into words, but it was clear there was something between us. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she lingered near me.But for now, work was calling.I sat at my desk, the brown surface spotless except for my laptop. On the screen were six faces, my board of directors, each one waiting for my input. The conversation was already in progress.“Our next issue is the drop in sales for the M61 pocket camera,” Sylvia said, her voice sharp. She was a no-nonsense woman with neatly styled blonde hair. “A bad review went viral, claiming it’s trash. Since then, sales have plummeted.”“What review are you talking about?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, fingers steepled as I listened.“One of our influencers,” Alphonse chimed in, his tone laced with irritation. “She has over 22 million follower
DareMark’s silence had been gnawing at me for days. He wasn’t one to go this long without stirring up trouble or barking orders. When he went quiet, it usually meant something worse—planning, scheming. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but full of malice. It bugged me, but I kept my cool. If he was waiting for the right moment to strike, I’d make sure I was ready first.I pulled out an old burner phone from my desk drawer, the one I’d used for years to communicate. The phone was practically a relic, but it still worked. When I powered it on, it buzzed almost immediately. A call came through from a restricted number as if it had been waiting for me.I picked up and waited, listening to the silence on the other end. Ten seconds passed, and I was about to hang up when I spoke his name.“Mark.”His voice came through. “Hello, Dare. Quite a game of hide and seek you’ve been playing. Did you miss me?”I leaned back against the wall, keeping my voice steady. “Things have been peacefu
SkyI woke up early, feeling a rare burst of energy. I stretched, letting out a small yawn, and decided today was the perfect day to do something nice for Dare.He had been taking care of me in so many ways—protecting me, making me feel safe. I wanted to give back in the simplest way I could. Breakfast.The kitchen had been stocked the night before, so I had everything I needed. Padding down the stairs, I tied my hair back and rolled up the sleeves of Dare’s oversized hoodie I had stolen to wear. It smelled like him—clean and comforting.As I entered the kitchen, I scanned the counters and began gathering the ingredients for Eggs Benedict, fluffy pancakes, and crispy bacon. I even grabbed a bottle of grape wine for something a little fancy.First, I started with the hollandaise sauce. I melted butter over low heat, whisking it gently until it became golden and smooth. Then, in a small bowl, I whisked together egg yolks, lemon juice, and a pinch of cayenne pepper. Slowly, I added the m
DareBright orange and red licked the night sky, the acrid stench of smoke filling the air. The sound of the ambulance was far behind, might take them a couple of minutes before they get here.I parked my car a safe distance away and surveyed the scene. The front was an inferno, so I circled to the back, where the flames were weaker. The heat still radiated fiercely, but I had no intention of turning back. Kicking down the back door, I stepped inside, coughing as smoke filled my lungs.I covered my mouty with a wet handkerchief.The warehouse was barely recognizable. Shelves were crumbling, goods reduced to ashes, and the crackling of the fire echoed in the space. Wonderimg how the fire had begun in the first place.There was no sign of Theo anywhere not even his car was parked outside.Then I saw him. At first, I thought it was debris, a pile of burned material caught in the fire. But as I moved closer, my stomach sank. A man was tied to a metal pole, his body charred beyond recogni
Dare The moment I burst through the front door, my voice echoed through the house. “Sky!” I yelled, my heart pounding as I scanned the empty living room. Panic clawed at my chest. No response. I darted into the kitchen, then the hallway, calling her name louder this time. “Sky!” Finally, I heard the soft sound of a door creaking open upstairs. I froze, my breath caught in my throat as her voice reached me. “Dare?” She stepped into view at the top of the staircase, her face filled with confusion and concern. Relief crashed over me, so strong it nearly brought me to my knees. “Sky,” I said, exhaling sharply. I rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and pulled her into my arms the moment I reached her. She let out a surprised sound as I held her tightly, like I might lose her if I let go. “You’re okay,” I whispered, more to myself than her. “Of course I am,” she said softly, pulling back slightly to look at me. “What’s going on, Dare? What happened?” I stared at her.
In one swift motion, I grabbed his arm, yanked him forward, and twisted his body in front of mine. The first gunshot rang out, but it hit the man I held instead of me.Several gunshots followed after.Knowing Mark, he must have given them the order to bring me to him dead or alive.Using the man as a shield, I pushed forward, forcing the others to hesitate as they adjusted their aim. Bullets buzzed past me, piercing the walls and furniture. I didn’t give them the chance to regroup. Spotting the dining table, I shoved the man’s limp body toward them, throwing them off balance, and dove toward the table.With a grunt, I flipped the table on its side, using it as cover. The wood fractured as bullets slammed into it, but it held for now.Peeking out from behind the edge, I fired back. My first shot caught one of them in the shoulder, knocking him down. The second man dropped as my bullet hit him square in the chest.The third man was more cautious, taking cover behind the couch. He popped
Sky stared at the ceiling, shadows stretching long and thin in the dark, the silence pressing heavy and absolute. The sheets were cold beneath her fingertips, twisted and crumpled from restless tossing, but sleep wouldn’t come—hadn’t come for days now, not since the funeral, not since the world had cracked open beneath her feet and swallowed everything whole.She squeezed her eyes shut, breath shaky, but all she could see was him. Dare. The look in his eyes—stunned and raw and something else she hadn’t wanted to see, not then, not with her pulse pounding loud in her ears and the gun heavy in her hands. Not with rage roaring hot and wild in her veins, drowning out the pain, the grief, the guilt.Her fingers twitched, nails biting into her palms, throat tight. Maybe she’d been too harsh. Maybe the words had been too sharp, too cruel, laced with venom and blame that had no right to be there. Maybe she shouldn’t have screamed that it was his fault—that her father’s blood was on his hands,
Dare’s hands tightened around the steering wheel. The engine low, His car was parked a little ways down the street, just far enough to be hidden but close enough to see the house—two-story with faded blue shutters and flower boxes beneath the windows.His gaze drifted to the second floor, to the window with the pale curtains half-drawn. Her room. Dare exhaled slowly, breath fogging up the glass, and ran a hand over his face. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to turn around, to press the gas and drive away. Not when she was right there.Through the curtain, he could see her silhouette—slim shoulders, hands trembling as they wiped at her face. Sky was still in black, the dress loose around her, sleeves falling over her knuckles. It made her look small, almost fragile. Dare’s chest ached at the sight. She was crying, her head bowed.His heart wrenched , the urge to get out, to go to her, was overwhelming. To climb those steps, and knock until she a
Author’s pov; Sky’s hands trembled as she pushed open the door to her father’s office, the familiar scent of old paper and cedar hitting her like a wave. The room was just as she remembered—dark wood, shelves packed with books he never read, and that heavy oak desk where he spent most of his days, more a monument to his presence than a workspace. But now, it felt cold. Empty. Her eyes stung, but she blinked the tears away, forcing herself to breathe. Not here. Not yet. “Miss Sky,” a voice broke the silence, smooth and careful. Sky turned to see her father’s secretary standing by the window, hands folded neatly in front of him. Mr. Bennett. His eyes were soft with pity, his posture respectful but rigid. He’d worked for her father for as long as she could remember, always precise and collected. Now, that same calm steadiness almost cracked the fragile control she had over herself. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said, his voice low and measured. Sky managed a nod, her throat
Sky’s hands trembled as she pushed open the door to her father’s office, the familiar scent of old paper and cedar hitting her like a wave. The room was just as she remembered—dark wood, shelves packed with books he never read, and that heavy oak desk where he spent most of his days, more a monument to his presence than a workspace. But now, it felt cold. Empty.Her eyes stung, but she blinked the tears away, forcing herself to breathe. Not here. Not yet.“Miss Sky,” a voice broke the silence, smooth and careful.Sky turned to see her father’s secretary standing by the window, hands folded neatly in front of him. Mr. Bennett. His eyes were soft with pity, his posture respectful but rigid. He’d worked for her father for as long as she could remember, always precise and collected. Now, that same calm steadiness almost cracked the fragile control she had over herself.“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said, his voice low and measured.Sky managed a nod, her throat too tight for words.Mr.
DarePain is a funny thing. It’s loud and quiet all at once. It roars through my body, twisting and burning, but at the same time, there’s a stillness, a numbness creeping in. My chest feels heavy, the warm wetness of blood soaking into my shirt, the scent thick in the air. But none of that really registers—not the pain, not the blood, not the dizziness creeping in.Because the only thing I can focus on is the fact that she pulled the trigger.Sky shot me.The realization hits harder than the bullet.I keep replaying the moment in my head—the way her eyes darkened with something I couldn’t recognize, the way she raised the gun without a hint of hesitation. She had aimed straight at me, her hands steady, her breathing even.She knew exactly what she was doing.She wanted to hurt me.And then she left.She didn’t look back.She stormed out of the room, the sound of the gunshot still echoing in the walls, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even call out to her. Maybe I was too stunned. Maybe
Dare “Move in,” I ordered, through the comms. Like a ripple in the water, my men moved. Armed to the teeth, dressed in black. The first wave hit the perimeter. Twelve men were stationed outside—some lounging near the front gate, a few patrolling the grounds, and others lingering near the back door smoking cigarettes, unaware. At the front, Marco and Theo led the charge. Marco tackled the first guard, slamming his head against the stone wall so hard he crumpled to the ground unconscious. Theo followed, pulling his silenced pistol from his hip and putting two guards down before they even realized what was happening. Behind the house, two of my best snipers, Ivan and Rick, took position on the neighboring rooftop. The faint glint of their scopes caught the moonlight just before two muffled shots rang out. The two guards by the back entrance dropped without a sound, their bodies slumping to the ground. A guard near the garage heard the thud and turned, his hand going for his g
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w