As we sped away, my mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. The fear that Justin might already be one step ahead gnawed at me, but Leon’s unwavering determination was my anchor. “Where to next?” I asked, my voice betraying the anxiety bubbling just below the surface.Leon didn’t hesitate. “We’ll go to my contact. He’s a private investigator, one of the best in the state. If anyone can find Hector’s wife, it’s him.”The drive to the investigator’s office felt like it took an eternity, though in reality, it was only about twenty minutes. The streets of Anacortes blurred past, the town’s familiar sights taking on a more sinister tone in the dark. Every shadow felt like it was hiding something—or someone.Finally, we pulled up in front of a small, nondescript building on a quiet side street. The sign on the door read *Bennett Investigations* in faded gold letters. Leon was out of the car before it fully stopped, his urgency contagious. I followed closely, m
“I know Hector would have done the same thing if he is still alive, so for the sake of providing Justice for my husband, I will testify for you, miss Margarette.” Alexa finally replied, lighting up what I thought my dead hope for Justice.Leon and I took Alexa with us to make sure that Justin wouldn’t be able to lay a finger and harm Alexa any longer.THE FOLLOWING DAY, The rain tapped lightly against the window as we sat in the cozy sitting room of Leon’s secluded property. Alexa Turner sat across from me, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her eyes distant as if lost in thought.Leon was standing near the door, talking quietly with his secretary, giving last-minute instructions. I could tell he was trying to make sure everything was perfect, that Alexa would be comfortable and safe. But even his calm demeanor couldn’t hide the undercurrent of urgency beneath the surface.When Leon finally turned back to us, he gave me a reassuring nod. "Everything’s set. Alexa, you’ll be safe here
The drive back to our house was quiet, but the air between Leon and me was charged with unspoken thoughts. We were so close to achieving what we had set out to do—bringing justice for Hector and ending Justin’s reign of terror. But with every step forward, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.When we arrived home, the house was eerily silent. The faint sound of the night outside was the only noise that filled the space. Leon parked the car, and we both stepped out, the weight of the day still heavy on our shoulders. As we walked towards the door, I noticed how the shadows seemed to cling to the corners of the house, darker than usual. A chill ran down my spine, and I instinctively moved closer to Leon.He must have sensed my unease because he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “It’s just the nerves, Margarette. Everything’s all right, okay? There’s nothing to worry.” he reassured me, his voice a comforting anchor in the dark
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, my hand stretching out as though I was reaching out for something while I gasped for air.The nightmare clung to me, even as I jolted awake, my screams echoing in the car's confined space. My chest heaved, my heart racing as the terror from the dream spilled into reality. I barely registered that Leon had pulled the car to the side of the road, his concerned voice breaking through the fog of fear that clouded my mind.“Hey, what happened? Are you okay, my love?” Leon’s voice was laced with anxiety, his hand gently shaking my shoulder as I clung to him, trembling uncontrollably. I buried my face in his chest, seeking comfort in the steady beat of his heart. "I…I had a nightmare," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "It was about Justin... he was chasing us, trying to kill us. I was so scared, Leon."Leon’s arms tightened around me, his hand cradling the back of my head as he pulled me closer. "Shhh…it’s okay, it’s okay," he murmured against my ha
The afternoon stretched into evening, the tension growing with each passing hour. I jumped at every sound, my nerves on edge as the shadows outside lengthened. Finally, just as the sun began to set, I heard the sound of a car pulling up the driveway. My heart leaped into my throat as I hurried to the window, praying that it was Leon. When I saw his familiar figure stepping out of the car, relief washed over me. I rushed to the door, throwing it open just as he reached the steps.“You’re back,” I breathed, throwing my arms around him. “I was so worried…”He held me tightly, his warmth chasing away the last of my fears. “I’m back,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “And I have good news.”I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “What is it?”“We’ve got something,” Leon said, his eyes lighting up with a spark of hope. “It’s not much, but it’s a start. My contacts found a lead—something that could tie Justin to some of his more illegal dealings and even his m
The hours after Leon's departure felt like an eternity. Each tick of the clock echoed in the quiet mansion, a reminder of the time slipping away. The flash drive in my hand felt heavier with every passing minute, as if it held the weight of our entire future.I tried to distract myself by checking on Olivia, who was sitting quietly in the guest room, her face pale but determined. We exchanged a few words, but the tension in the air made conversation difficult. We both knew what was at stake.The night wore on, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional creak of the house settling. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. I kept reminding myself that Leon was strong, resourceful, and had faced danger before. But this time felt different. The stakes were higher, and the risks were greater.Around midnight, just as I was beginning to doze off, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I jolted awake, heart pounding as I snatched it up, praying it
The urgency in Leon’s voice sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, he turned my phone off and destroyed something like chip processor inside. “I’m sorry, I had to destroy it so they couldn’t track your location where we are headed. Now go get your things.”There was no time to process the fear that gripped me. I jumped to my feet, sprinting down the hallway to alert Olivia and Alexa. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.Olivia was in the doorway, her hands shaking as approached us. She looked up in surprise as I said. “We have to go now!” I said, my voice trembling. “They’ve tricked me by tracing our location through a call. They’ll be here any minute from now so we have to leave immediately before they catches us.”Her eyes widened in fear, but she nodded quickly, rushing to grab her things. I dashed to the guest room where Alexa was resting. She was already on her feet, sensing something was wrong. “What’s happening?” she asked, her voice tigh
When Iva finally arrived, I couldn’t help but feel the pit of jealousy deepen. My intuition was right. She was…well, exactly what I feared. Voluptuous curves, a statuesque figure, legs that went on for days, and those eyes—bright, striking green like shards of emeralds. The kind of eyes that demanded attention and never went unnoticed. And her chest? God, I could barely keep myself from glaring at the way her blouse hugged her chest. They were massive. It was ridiculous.‘This’… I thought to myself, feeling a flush creep into my cheeks, ‘this is the kind of woman Leon befriends?’“Prosecutor Iva, thanks for coming.” The moment Leon mentioned her name—Prosecutor Iva Delgado—I felt it.It was like a knot tightening in my stomach, an unspoken tension I couldn't shake off. Why did he say it with that tone, like there was something more? I tried to dismiss the creeping feelings, reminding myself that this was about strategy, not emotions. But when Leon looked me in the eyes and reassu
Gunfire tore through the air, glass raining down around us as we hit the ground. The sharp sound of bullets striking wood and metal sent my heart into a frantic rhythm. Leon grabbed me, shielding my body as we crawled behind the heavy oak desk.“Dorian?” Leon’s voice was sharp, controlled despite the chaos.“I’m fine,” Dorian called from behind a toppled chair. He moved fast, drawing his gun and firing two precise shots toward the broken windows. A pained grunt told us he had hit his mark.Vincent, the smug bastard, was still in his chair, completely unbothered by the attack.“This is cute,” he mused, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But you should know by now—I never play fair.”Leon turned his gun on him. “Call them off.”Vincent only smiled.I gritted my teeth. “Damn it, Vincent, this isn’t a game! Who the hell is shooting at us?”The door burst open, and three armed men stormed in.Dorian moved first. He lunged at the closest attacker, his blade flashing in the dim light. The m
Darkness swallowed me whole.For a moment, I thought I was dead. The gunshot still rang in my ears, deafening, all-consuming. But then, pain—sharp and searing—bloomed along my side, pulling me back from the abyss. My breath came in ragged gasps as my knees buckled, and I felt myself falling.Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.“Margarette!” Leon’s voice was raw with panic. His hands pressed against my wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. The warmth of my own blood seeped through my clothes, sticky against my skin. Dorian fired, his shot echoing through the cavernous estate.Elise let out a sharp cry, staggering back. But even as she bled, her cruel smile remained. “Not bad,” she whispered, clutching her shoulder where Dorian’s bullet had struck her. “But not enough.”Leon lifted me, his grip firm but desperate. “We need to move. Now.”“No,” I gritted out, fighting through the pain. “We finish this.”Dorian cursed. “Are you insane? You’re bleeding out!”I forced myself to
Gunfire tore through the air, glass raining down around us as we hit the ground. The sharp sound of bullets striking wood and metal sent my heart into a frantic rhythm. Leon grabbed me, shielding my body as we crawled behind the heavy oak desk.“Dorian?” Leon’s voice was sharp, controlled despite the chaos.“I’m fine,” Dorian called from behind a toppled chair. He moved fast, drawing his gun and firing two precise shots toward the broken windows. A pained grunt told us he had hit his mark.Vincent, the smug bastard, was still in his chair, completely unbothered by the attack.“This is cute,” he mused, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But you should know by now—I never play fair.”Leon turned his gun on him. “Call them off.”Vincent only smiled.I gritted my teeth. “Damn it, Vincent, this isn’t a game! Who the hell is shooting at us?”The door burst open, and three armed men stormed in.Dorian moved first. He lunged at the closest attacker, his blade flashing in the dim light. The m
The safe house felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Every second we wasted gave Vincent more time to prepare. More time to strike.I wasn’t going to let that happen.Leon stood by the table, his hands braced against the surface, muscles tight with frustration. Dorian, despite the pain from his injury, sat nearby, flipping a knife between his fingers—a habit he had when deep in thought.“We need a lead,” Leon finally said, his voice low and controlled. “We can’t storm in blind.”I paced near the window, arms crossed. “We do have a lead. This locket.” I held it up, the metal catching the dim light. “Vincent had it for a reason. He wanted me to see it. Why?”Dorian exhaled sharply. “Because he’s playing with you.”I shook my head. “No. There’s more to it. He wouldn’t go through the trouble of planting something from my past just to taunt me. He wants me to remember something.”Leon’s gaze darkened. “Then let’s start at the beginning. The night of the accident.”My throa
The salty night air carried the hum of distant ship engines and the occasional murmur of dock workers. But this wasn’t just a routine shipment—this was a calculated exchange of power, a moment that could unravel everything Elise’s father had hidden for years.I crouched behind a stack of shipping containers with Leon beside me. Dorian’s team was spread out, positioned along the pier, watching, waiting. A dark van was parked near the edge of the dock, its back doors open. Men in suits moved between the van and the cargo, transferring crates that likely held more than just money.Leon’s voice was low in my ear. “Four men on the ground, two near the van. More could be inside.”I nodded, my gaze locked on the crates. “That’s not just cash, Leon. That’s leverage. He wouldn’t move it unless he was running scared.”Dorian’s voice crackled through our earpieces. “We take them now, we risk losing the files. We wait too long, we risk backup showing up.”I made the decision before anyone else co
Dorian smirked. “Relax, lover boy. I’m not saying she’s defenseless—I’m saying we need to be smart about this.”Leon’s glare didn’t waver, but he didn’t argue either. He knew Dorian was right.I exhaled, my fingers tightening around the locket that had started all of this. “So what do we do?”Dorian sighed. “You have two choices: disappear and hope they forget about you… or go after them first.”Leon tensed beside me. “You’re suggesting we take the fight to them?”Dorian shrugged. “Elise’s father had powerful connections. Some of them might scatter now that he’s locked up, but the smart ones? They’ll wait. Watch. See what you do next.”I swallowed hard. “Then we don’t give them time to plan.”Leon turned to me, his expression dark. “You’re sure about this?”I met his gaze. “I didn’t come this far just to hide.”Dorian grinned. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”Alexa shifted uncomfortably. “I wish I had your courage.”I reached for her hand. “You have more than you think.”She gave
The night before our departure, I barely slept. The weight of the locket pressed against my collarbone, a silent reminder that my past was no longer buried—it was clawing its way back to the surface.Leon must have sensed my restlessness because he found me in the kitchen before dawn, staring into my untouched cup of coffee.“You’re thinking too much.”I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “You always say that.”“Because it’s always true.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Second thoughts?”“No,” I said. “Just… doubts. What if I don’t find the answers I’m looking for? What if I’m just chasing ghosts?”Leon studied me for a long moment before stepping closer, his fingers grazing the locket at my neck. “Then we chase them together.”My chest tightened at the quiet intensity in his voice.Before I could respond, Dorian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Time to go.”The drive to the estate was long and silent. Alexa had insisted on coming, despite her injuries. She
The moment Elise’s father whistled, chaos erupted. Gunfire cracked through the air, sending dock workers scattering. Shadows moved between the containers—his men, heavily armed and ready.Leon pulled me behind a stack of crates as bullets ricocheted off the metal. “Dorian, how many?”Dorian’s voice came sharp through the earpiece. “At least eight. They were waiting for you.”I clenched my teeth. Of course, he knew we’d come.Leon checked his ammo. “We need to take them out before he reaches the cargo ship.”I exhaled, steadying my grip on my gun. “Then let’s end this.”Leon moved first, stepping out just long enough to fire three quick shots. A grunt of pain echoed through the night. One down.Dorian’s rifle cracked, taking out another.I kept close to the containers, listening—waiting. A figure rushed toward me. I ducked just as he swung a knife, feeling the blade slice the air above my head.Without hesitation, I drove my elbow into his ribs, twisting his wrist until the knife clatt
The weight of the file in my hands was suffocating. The words blurred together, but the truth was undeniable—my father hadn’t just been a scientist. He had been a test subject. And Elise’s father had orchestrated it all.Leon took the file from me carefully, his jaw tight as he read through the documents. “This wasn’t just research. They were experimenting on people.”Dorian exhaled sharply. “And your father was one of them.”I clenched my fists. “But why? What were they trying to do?”Leon flipped to the last page, scanning the details. His eyes darkened. “Something about genetic resilience. Accelerated healing. They were looking for ways to manipulate biological responses to trauma.”My stomach churned. “You mean… like making people stronger?”“Stronger, faster, immune to certain injuries.” Leon met my gaze, his voice heavy. “Margarette, they weren’t just studying human endurance. They were creating something.”A chill ran down my spine. “Creating what?”Dorian shifted uncomfortably