Maya's povThe monitor flatlines. “I'm starting compressions.”My hands find their way to his chest, each push a desperate attempt to pull him back. “Push epinephrine,” I scream, not letting another person die at my hand.The nurse injects, but still nothing. “Shock him now!”My heart pounds, adrenaline pulsing through my body. The paddles go over his chest, minutes stretching but still nothing.“He's flatlined,” someone murmurs. No. No. No.“No, we have to save him, it's our job,” I mutter, my words tangling in my throat. I climb on top of him ready for another round of compressions.“Call it,” the chief says from the doorway. I won't stop. “Dr. Sanchez,” he calls, making me stop. The weight of failure presses down on my ribs as I rip the gloves off my fingers.“Time of death. Five forty-two.”I storm out of the room, my vision blurry. “Hey, you couldn't have done anything,” Benta says.I barely glance at her as I maneuver through the bodies of injured people. The smell of antise
Cassian's povI hear shuffling around before she finally speaks. “I'm done, you can go soldier somewhere else.”I turn around and she wears tiny bum shorts and an oversized blue shirt that hangs loosely on one shoulder. She looks like she stepped off a Sunday lazy morning but her legs — long and toned make up for it. My pulse quickens as I open the door. Even like this she still manages to take my breath away. “After you.”She walks ahead, her ass swaying in the process. I don't know if she does it intentionally but she is damn giving me a boner.We enter the kitchen and she puts a plate of cereal in a bowl and takes a seat on one of the barstools. “Don't tell me you're going to watch me eat?” She asks taking the spoon to her mouth.“Yes.”She rolls her eyes digging through the cereal. I watch her silently as some of the milk smudges over her lips. My thumb aches to wipe it off but I hesitate. “What?”She asks, glaring at me.I move towards her, wiping the smudge in time as her to
Maya's pov“We're leaving for New York go pack your things,” he says. “Something small, it's only three days,” he continues.I blink. “No. Why? “He stops to glare at me.“Don't make me drag you to the jet. You have ten minutes to be in the car.”I sigh, sharp on my heels back to my room.I shove my things inside the suitcase not bothering to fold them. Of course I don't have a say in this, I'm being hauled to a new city and my opinion doesn't matter. It never does. The drive is silent broken by the occasional tap of Cassian's fingers on the screen. Every time I try to ask a question he dismisses it like I'm some sort of inconvenience. Like I don't deserve to have a say in all of this.The private airport stretches across a secluded expanse of land, its runway a sleek strip of asphalt illuminated by evenly spaced blue and white lights. A towering chain-link fence, topped with razor wire, surrounds the perimeter, with security cameras perched at every corner. The main terminal is a sle
Maya's povThe elevator doors glide open and my breath catches. “How much money do you have?” I ask, looking around.The penthouse is vast, stretching out before me in a seamless flow of marble, glass, and soft, golden light. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline, the twinkling lights of New York spread out like a glittering ocean.The living room is a masterpiece of modern elegance—plush, cream-colored sofas arranged around a sleek, black marble fireplace, a glass coffee table holding nothing but a single crystal vase with fresh white orchids. A sculptural chandelier dangles from the impossibly high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. The air smells faintly of expensive leather and something floral, subtle but intoxicating.“Alot,” he finally answers, loosening his tie, and if this extravagance isn't enough he speaks. “Go freshen up, we have been invited to a gala.”I freeze mid-step.“What?”“Is this going to be like last time?”“No,” he says smoothly. “This time
Cassian's pov Time stops and all I see are Maya's lips, soft — shimmering against the overhead lights. I lick mine, my throat becoming dry with each second. God. She blinks rapidly moving away. “Sorry,” she mumbles, straightening her dress. “It's fine we should get going.” She nods, taking out a piece of cloth from her bag, running it over her face. The ride to the ballroom was short. My hand finds hers squeezing it just a little bit as the security guards run the metal detector over us. She forces a smile, her eyes distant as we make it inside. The grand ballroom gleams under the glow of chandeliers, their crystal pendants scattering light across the polished marble floor but all I can see is how the green dress clings to Maya's frame. It's dangerous and distracting. Gilded columns rise toward a ceiling adorned with intricate frescoes, while velvet drapes frame towering windows, revealing the city lights beyond. The air hums with laughter and conversation, punctuated by t
Cassian's povMaya blinks rapidly, her hand going to her head. “What did you just do?” She asks the words slurring a bit. The world swims out of focus as she tries to steady herself.She tries to move away from me but she trips over her legs. My hands go below her legs scooping her up to my chest. Her fingers dig at my jacket as if she's trying to fight me even in this state.“Stop fighting it,” I mutter. She shakes her head as she tries to speak. “It will be okay,” I add as her eyes screw shut.My hands firm on her body, I start moving towards the building. “Sir you can't be in here,” a guard says stopping me.“I just need somewhere to place her, she took too many glasses and passed out.”I force a smile as he looks around. “You can place her in that room,” he says pointing to a door marked thirty-three. “Only for a few minutes,” he adds.“That's all the time I need,” I say as he lets us through. The door creaks open to a dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of liquor and Cu
Maya's povI turn the other side, still feeling a bit groggy. A voice breaks through my haze. “Noooo.”My eyes flutter open as I feel a body next to me writhing. Darkness covers the space, the only light emanating from the window across the room. “No, stop,” the voice begs, a silent plea for help.“Please,” he cries. Cassian. His body jerks violently, his breath ragged. Beads of sweat cover his forehead. “I'm sorry sir I won't do it again,” he cries again.“Cassian,” I call my hands steady and firm on his cheeks. “Cassian wake up.”His hand goes on my arm, holding it tightly until his knuckles turn white. I wince as he clings to my body. Tired of his hold on me I shake him again and again, when that fails my hand goes on his cheek. His eyes screw open confusion etched on his face.“What are you doing?” He asks, looking at how I'm seated on top of him.I move from his crotch sitting back on the bed. “Waking you up, you were having a nightmare.”“I was?”“Yeah and you wanted to kill me
Cassian's povI step away from her, my eyes sweeping over the nearby buildings. “You still don't want me to make you breakfast?” I ask folding my arms over my chest.She looks perplexed, her chest moving up and down. “Uh, yeah I will just take a shower,” she says, going to the room.The kitchen is quiet except for the occasional hum of the fridge as I take out a carton of eggs. The cool shell cracks easily against the rim of the bowl, York spilling into the mixture as I whisk. The scent of sizzling bacon fills the air, mixing with the bitter aroma of the brewing coffee. I let the eggs settle into the pan, the soft hiss of the oil breaking the quiet.The door creaks open and she steps out wearing a white sundress with brown dots. Her hair is damp as she moves to the table with quiet hesitance. She barely meets my eyes as she sits down her hands folded on her lap. I slide a plate towards her and take a seat opposite her.The air is thick with unresolved tension and I can see the gears
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