Cassian's povI clutch my phone tightly, my heart feeling like it will rip out of its ribcage. Maya.She just called me after all I've put her through. My thumb lingers over the call button, my hand literally trembling.Doesn't she hate me?What does this even mean?I bite my lip, pressing it but my heart shatters when it says it's disconnected.What if it was a mistake?Maybe she didn't mean to.I drop it on my desk rubbing my face with my hands. I let out a shaky breath. This is torture. How did I ever think I could stay away from her?I pick my jacket and car keys. I'm going to find her. I get into my car, turning it on and driving out of the estate. I look at the time and it's a little bit after midnight.Where am I even going?I stop the car by the side of the road banging my fist on the steering wheel. What kind of person am I becoming?“Maya,” I whisper, the name feeling like a burden I can't carry. I sit up late trying to imagine my life before her and I can't even fathom thre
Maya's povSusan glares at me as I crane my neck to look through the transparent glass just in time to see a car drive off. Was it Cassian or am I hallucinating?God, I miss him so much I'm seeing him at work. Like he would ever come here.“Dr. Sanchez,” a fellow calls placing a baby in my arms. “Clean her up and take her to the NICU.”I look at the baby safely wrapped around a baby shoal and I envy it. God, what I would give to have no problems or worries.Especially of someone you can never have, be with. I find the nurse working there giving her the baby. “You can go inform the mother.”I nod trekking to her room. She lies inside the room clutching her empty stomach. “Your baby is safe in the NICU and she will be delivered to you shortly.”Her lips tug up. “Are you feeling fine?” I ask and she nods.“Where's my boy?”“Its a she,” I correct.“No, the one with the man that brought us here. He is two years old.”I look around. “Let me go find him.”I halt. “What's his name?”“Joe.”I
Maya's povI roll on the bed a heavy arm draped against my waist. I look at my bare skin and the man sleeping next to me.Holden.Last night's events flood back and I bite down on my lip.What have I done?I look at the clock — 6;19, it's almost time for work. I slowly slip out of the bed each squeak of the mattress sending a tremor down my body. My bare feet find ground and I take the robe by the chair tying it around my body as if it will hide the shame clawing its way up my spine.What was I thinking?I shouldn't have let this happen.All of this was behind me. I step into the shower the warm water cascading over me, trailing a familiar path down my body. How could I have been so careless?Ten minutes later, my hair was tied back, my scrubs on my body. My fingers tremble as I tap Holden awake scared of what I might find. His eyes flutter open, his whole demeanor screaming sleepy.“Ugh, it's morning,” he says, his voice soft and husky.I twitch at where I stand, the need to get a
Cassian's povMy phone trembles in my hand as I dial Maya's line again, it goes directly to voicemail and I feel my whole body shake. This is stupid. My hands clutch the steering wheel tighter as I meander through the streets my mind going to the worst case scenariosWhat if they got to her?By the thought of that I increase the speed. Nothing can happen to her. I thought the best solution was keeping her away from me so she could be safe but here she is, far away and still in danger. I reach the Bay area grabbing my guns. A fire truck sits there and an injured patient and a firefighter lies there dead. I sigh in relief when I find she's not in there.Did she come in this?I walk ahead looking for any sign of her, the air too still for comfort. I call her line again and this time it rings but she doesn't answer.“Maya, where are you?” I whisper looking at the buildings. The smell of gunpowder clings to the air, the last rays of the sun peering on the ground.The necklace. Did she take
Maya's pov I grunt, rolling to the other side of the bed ducking my head under the pillow. The banging on my door intensifies with each minute, each thud sharper and more insistent. With a frustrated sigh, I shove the stack of books off my bed, shuffling for my phone under the covers. Coming out empty-handed I step off the bed; the polished floor biting at my bare feet. The pounding on my door grew louder and by now I wanted to kill whoever was on the other side. If it's another drunk who has confused his house number again, I will lose it. I grabbed the baseball bat that I had loaned from Mr Crawmey down stairs since it was either that or a gun that had a body count on it, and that was not an option. I reach the living room tripping over a can of coke and before I can regain my balance the door flies open. Silhouettes of men stand at the door, their clothes covered in dirt and blood. Two of them hold an injured man, dripping blood on the rug my mother hand-sewn for me. One flicks
Maya's pov Tears that I had been holding in stream down my face. “Please,” I beg, as he turns me around. “Are you deaf?” he asks. “I said don't move.” “I know… I know I just.” “I hate being disrespected,” he says, his voice low but controlled. “I'm sorry I'm just scared,” I cry. “Does it look like I care?” He asks, so close I can smell the mint on his breath. “No.” I shake my head and his hand, tight and firm presses on my jaw. His skin is hard, like someone that does manual labor, the callouses scraping against my skin. “Then why did you think to open this pretty mouth of yours to tell me that you're scared?” He pushes me to the door hard and I wince in pain. “Do you want to die?” he asks, running the butt of his gun on my stomach. The cold surface has me shivering. I try to shake my head, but he presses harder, till the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. “I'm going to forgive you since you saved my brother, but if you ever disrespect me like that again I will take
Cassian's pov I turn from the couch and look at her. Her hair now is in a French-Braided ponytail. She wears a pair of blue jeans that accentuate her curves in a way that would make any man water for her. “I didn't tell anyone,” she says, fear laced in her tone. I grunt motioning for her to come in. “I didn't say you did.” “Then why are you here?” she questions, holding the strap of her bag so tight her knuckles turn white. I move from where I was seated, going to close the door. “Take a seat and I will tell you,” I say, pointing to the couch. She drags herself to the couch, her chapped lips open as if she wants to say something but decides otherwise. She looks at the gun and blue file on the table taking a seat. “What do you want?” She asks, her gray eyes wary. “To talk,” I reply, sitting beside her but leaving as much distance as possible. “I already told you I will not tell anybody,” she pleads, her jaw set. “I swear.” I open the file, crossing my legs over the other. “M
Maya's Pov I let out a guttural scream, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest. What just happened? My life was fine two days ago. I had a plan, finish my residency, become the future of Ophthalmology, pay off my medical debt and help my parents. Not treat goons or operate on murderers. The shrill cry of my phone takes me out of my thoughts. My mother's name flashes on the screen and I grunt. “Hello sweetie,” my mum says, her voice as cheerful as ever. I clear my throat, looking at the boxes of unopened items and stacks of medicine books lining the coffee table. “Uh, hi mum.” “How are you? How is the big city?” “It's fine, how are you, how is Dad?” I ask, wiping away my tears. “We're fine, but you're dad, he went to see Dr. Charles and he says his blood pressure is shooting up and his vision is getting blurry,” she says, worry laced in her tone. “Uh, is he taking his medicine properly?” I ask, knowing how stubborn he can be. “Yes, I remind him every day. Maya, I
Cassian's povMy phone trembles in my hand as I dial Maya's line again, it goes directly to voicemail and I feel my whole body shake. This is stupid. My hands clutch the steering wheel tighter as I meander through the streets my mind going to the worst case scenariosWhat if they got to her?By the thought of that I increase the speed. Nothing can happen to her. I thought the best solution was keeping her away from me so she could be safe but here she is, far away and still in danger. I reach the Bay area grabbing my guns. A fire truck sits there and an injured patient and a firefighter lies there dead. I sigh in relief when I find she's not in there.Did she come in this?I walk ahead looking for any sign of her, the air too still for comfort. I call her line again and this time it rings but she doesn't answer.“Maya, where are you?” I whisper looking at the buildings. The smell of gunpowder clings to the air, the last rays of the sun peering on the ground.The necklace. Did she take
Maya's povI roll on the bed a heavy arm draped against my waist. I look at my bare skin and the man sleeping next to me.Holden.Last night's events flood back and I bite down on my lip.What have I done?I look at the clock — 6;19, it's almost time for work. I slowly slip out of the bed each squeak of the mattress sending a tremor down my body. My bare feet find ground and I take the robe by the chair tying it around my body as if it will hide the shame clawing its way up my spine.What was I thinking?I shouldn't have let this happen.All of this was behind me. I step into the shower the warm water cascading over me, trailing a familiar path down my body. How could I have been so careless?Ten minutes later, my hair was tied back, my scrubs on my body. My fingers tremble as I tap Holden awake scared of what I might find. His eyes flutter open, his whole demeanor screaming sleepy.“Ugh, it's morning,” he says, his voice soft and husky.I twitch at where I stand, the need to get a
Maya's povSusan glares at me as I crane my neck to look through the transparent glass just in time to see a car drive off. Was it Cassian or am I hallucinating?God, I miss him so much I'm seeing him at work. Like he would ever come here.“Dr. Sanchez,” a fellow calls placing a baby in my arms. “Clean her up and take her to the NICU.”I look at the baby safely wrapped around a baby shoal and I envy it. God, what I would give to have no problems or worries.Especially of someone you can never have, be with. I find the nurse working there giving her the baby. “You can go inform the mother.”I nod trekking to her room. She lies inside the room clutching her empty stomach. “Your baby is safe in the NICU and she will be delivered to you shortly.”Her lips tug up. “Are you feeling fine?” I ask and she nods.“Where's my boy?”“Its a she,” I correct.“No, the one with the man that brought us here. He is two years old.”I look around. “Let me go find him.”I halt. “What's his name?”“Joe.”I
Cassian's povI clutch my phone tightly, my heart feeling like it will rip out of its ribcage. Maya.She just called me after all I've put her through. My thumb lingers over the call button, my hand literally trembling.Doesn't she hate me?What does this even mean?I bite my lip, pressing it but my heart shatters when it says it's disconnected.What if it was a mistake?Maybe she didn't mean to.I drop it on my desk rubbing my face with my hands. I let out a shaky breath. This is torture. How did I ever think I could stay away from her?I pick my jacket and car keys. I'm going to find her. I get into my car, turning it on and driving out of the estate. I look at the time and it's a little bit after midnight.Where am I even going?I stop the car by the side of the road banging my fist on the steering wheel. What kind of person am I becoming?“Maya,” I whisper, the name feeling like a burden I can't carry. I sit up late trying to imagine my life before her and I can't even fathom thre
Maya's pov“You should come,” Benta whines as I close the locker, fixing my jacket.“Yeah, you came back and have been working nonstop, you need to have some fun,” Liv adds, swaying her hips.I chuckle pulling the bag to my shoulder. “Ugh, don't you even dare say no tomorrow we don't have work,” Benta interjects.I smile nodding. I need some fun. They all cheer. “We are going to the club,” Lisa hums.We leave for the bar, the clock at ten p.m sharp. My legs feel a bit sore but I think I can hold on for some hours. Find my footing around men without Cassian.The club is packed by the time we arrive and we weave to the open bar. “Tequila shots and keep them coming,” Benta says, tapping the counter playfully.The guy smiles, pouring us three glasses. I take mine downing it in a go. “You ain't playing,” Lisa says, shoving me slightly.I chuckle looking at the guy. He winks and my cheeks warm. “He is really hot,” she whispers. I pinch her thigh. “Not happening.”“I can ask for you when he
Cassian's povI remove the pods from my ears watching Holden's figure meander inside the house. He wears an ugly brown hood and washed-away jeans that make him look homeless.“Holden,” I call grabbing his attention. He looks up, dark circles covering his eyes.“Where have you been?” I ask my voice echoing around the house. He sighs touching his temples. “Why are you being so loud?”He brushes past me and I grab his arm. The stench of alcohol wraps around him and my stomach twists. “Seriously, where have you been?”He unclutches my fingers from his arm. “Just around.”I trail his face. “Are you okay?”Something etches in his face. “When did you start caring about my well-being”“When you decided to disappear for more than three weeks,” I counter.“It doesn't matter, I'm back.”Before I can ask him more questions he moves to the stairwell climbing up. I watched him until he disappeared through the hallway.I huff rubbing my hand over my forehead. What is going on with him?I look throu
Maya's povI scrub my hands smiling through the enclosed space. I never thought I'd be back here.“Mrs Sanchez,” Dr Ben calls, sliding to the tap next to me. I look at him briefly before focusing my attention on the operating room — it's beautiful.Tools are arranged properly in basins, minimal fluorescent lighting, and nurses surround the patient. It's like heaven on earth.“Mrs Sanchez,” he repeats his voice, breaking through my thoughts. “Uh, did you say something?”We walk inside the scrub nurses helping us with the surgical clothes. “I asked if you prepared for the surgery.”I nod standing across from him. “Then tell me what it's about.”“We are performing a coronary artery bypass grafting, to restore blood flow to the blocked artery with the vessel we take from the patients leg.”“Okay, so what is the first step?” He asks, his piercing blue eyes pinning me in place.I clear my throat. “You make an incision on the chest.”He glares at me. “The median sternotomy, then you split th
Maya's povDear Maya Isabelle Sanchez,I am glad to inform you that you have received a position back at Mercy Grace Hospital as a resident. After reviewing your case file and after much discussion with the board, we have concluded that your termination was unwarranted. You are a talented surgeon and one mistake should not shape your whole career. We would be honored to have you return and work for us so that we can nurture you into the fine surgeon you've always wanted to become.Chief Surgeon,Xavier McKinney.”I re-read the email again my hands trembling.“Am I dreaming?” I chuckle softly, overwhelmed in disbelief.Do they want me back?They want me back.I clutch my phone tightly and for a split second I almost run to show my parents but I remember they don't know the predicament that I was in.What I lost. What I gave up on.But that doesn't matter anymore I can be a surgeon again.Cassian.I shake my head.“No, he is yesterday's news.”This is a second chance to get what I want
Cassian's povIt's been a week since Holden vanished, a week since I forced Maya out of my life. I push down the heavy feeling looking at one of the guards.“Any sign of Holden?”“Not yet sir.”I huff looking at the plans on the table just as Leo steps in a smirk on his lips.“Did you do it?” I ask the sound of the lawn being trimmed filling the space. I look at the Gardner who mindlessly goes back and forth and I scowl.“He was very eager to hire her back.”Good.“I hope you cleared anything that can lead back to us.”He smiles. “Of course.”The silence stretches before I speak again. “How much money did you offer them?”“One hundred million.”I nod something crossing my chest. I wonder what Maya would think if she found out about this.“I thought you wanted her as far away as possible?” He asks and my chest tightens.“She will just get her job back, I'm not planning on getting her back in my life.”Not even if it will kill me.He nods, stepping beside me. His eyes scan the plan unce