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 you to my basement, chop you into pieces and feed you to my gators.” The words have bile rising up my throat. “I won't.” He snickers just as in time as the men come out holding Holden who had regained consciousness but still looked weak. “Go check the perimeter,” he orders one of the men. I move from the door. The three of them barely acknowledge my presence as they wait for their friend to return. “Thank you,” Holden murmurs. I look away and move further away from them. “Clear,” the guy who had left said. “You guys go ahead, there's something I need to tell our little friend here.” “Are you sure boss you don't want me to do it?” The one who had left asked. My heart drops to my stomach. The leader throws him a withering look as he nods and leaves. “Just let her live, she saved me, please,” Holden says. Holden is dragged out the door. My knees buckle, and I collapse to the floor. “Please I'm begging you, my family is depending on me,” I cry, touching his feet. He crouches to my knelt position, his gaze unyielding. “What's your name?” He asks. “Ma…Maya.” “I want your full name.” “Maya Isabel Sanchez,” I answer, my lower lip shaking. “Don't worry Maya, I'm not going to kill you not just yet,” he says, tilting my head to look at him. “I'm going to walk out this door and if you ever tell anybody what happened here I'm going to butcher everybody you've ever known including you.” He runs his thumb across my lip. “You understand?” I nod, fighting against the tears. He leaves, and I remain on the floor barely grasping what just happened. I don't move until I hear the blare of the alarm, reminding me it's time to go to work. The sun trickles from the window to the polished floor casting golden shadows on it. I move from the ground, my limbs feeling numb. As always there is no hot water, I fight the urge to cry as I step into the cracked bathtub. The cold water feels like needles as it cascades down my body, but I don't care. I lather my body with soap scrubbing hard until my skin burns, hoping I can erase everything from last night. I get into my usual outfit consisting of washed away jeans and turtlenecks. I grab my bag refusing to look at the house and walk out. The bustling city of LA hums with chaos, the honking cars and chatter of strangers drowning out my thoughts as I weave through the crowd. Everyone looks so normal, holding their usual cup of coffee and running against the traffic like the dynamics of their lives can't change in an instant. The sign of Mercy Grace Hospital stands in bold blue colors at the entrance. The usual seriousness of the hospital is replaced by people writhing in pain. I move to the locker room changing into my scrubs barely saying a word to anyone. “Where have you been?” Maggie asks, looking at her pager. “Uh, home.” “I tried calling and paging you,” she yells, looking at me. Her blonde hair is tied into a messy bun, her tired blue eyes boring holes into my face. “Oh, sorry I turned off my phone.” “You're a first-year resident you do not get to turn off your phone,” she yells, the sound making my head throb. I need a painkiller. “I'm sorry.” “I don't care if you're sorry Sanchez,” she spits. “Okay I get it,” I snapped back, drawing the attention of some nurses. She tilts her head back, her mouth slightly open. “Oh, you have some nerve after you failed to show up here last night and now you're talking back. You're at the pit.” “Maggie,” I call. “Don't even dare.” I huff and take my coat. I shouldn't be wasting time here I should be learning not spending my time treating — All the beds in the ER are full, people with severed limbs and gunshot wounds fill the beds. “Jenny, what happened?” I ask, looking at the number of patients. Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Where were you? Did you see Maggie, she is going to kill you?” “I already did, now what happened?” “There was a shootout in your neighborhood and people got caught in the crossfire,” she answers, bandaging an arm. Oh God! The people that caused this were in my house, and I saved one of them. “Did you hear anything?” She asks. I suck in a sharp breath, the man's face clouding my vision. “No, you know how I'm such a heavy sleeper,” I mumbled, letting out a dry laugh. She looks at me before moving to the next patient. Maggie gives me a stink eye and I grab a patient's chart. A little girl cries holding her leg and guilt gnaws at me. I probably saved the man that did this to her. — “Are you sure you don't want to move in with me?” Jenny asks, looking at the disheveled building where I live. “No, I'm fine,” I mumble, trying to convince myself more than her. She gives me a lopsided smile and tells me goodnight. I alight her car walking to the house every step heavier than the last. By the time I had made it to my door, my chest was tight. My feet loose beneath me when I find the door open. Oh God. What if it's the police and they have found the body? No it can't be. There would be yellow tape and cars parked outside. I peek through the door and the silhouette of a man sits on the couch, the same musky cologne from last night fills my apartment. My legs wobble and when I'm about to leave he speaks. “I've already seen you, Maya Sanchez.”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
His figure leaves the room and I clutch my head. What did I just do?I can't be that stupid, I can't move into his house, I can't operate on him, I'm toast. I take a seat at the couch rubbing my thighs up and down. The nagging feeling that I missed something still lingers even as the hours go by, sleep seemed to elude me that night and the house was loud. Every thought was about Cassian, his smell still lingered and even his eyes were messing with my head.Morning came quickly and since it was Sunday, I didn't have to report to work. I put the little belongings I had into the boxes waiting for the person who was supposed to come take my things.A knock echoes through the door and I jump, I touch my chest as I peep through the small hole. It's a man wearing a movers uniform.“Hello, my name is Anton, I'm here to help you move,” he says, stretching his hand. He was fairly built with a baseball cap covering his red hair. I shake it lightly welcoming him in. —The car st
Cassian's povI slide on my chair, fixing the tightening on my pants. letting out a slow breath, I dismiss Maya's effect on me as the lack of a woman's touch for a long time. My eyes move to the clock where my father's photo hangs beside it like a silent reminder of the man I'm supposed to be. Exhaling sharply, I get up from the chair and head outside, the living area is eerily quiet except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. The helps go about their tasks with mechanical precision, their presence barely registering as I pass them.“Sir,” Matteo calls, handing me a phone.I take it from his hand checking the screen, it's Don Hurio. “Yes.”“Come and see me,” he says, his voice low but gruff. “Is there something wrong?” I ask, questioning this weird and untimely call.“Cassian, come see me I'm at my club,” he says, his tone leaving no for negotiation. “Don't be late,” he adds, hanging up the phone.“Bring the car around.” I find him sitting with his friends, a group of strip
Maya's povJenny stands next to me as I type away at the keys. I look at her briefly, the ever-perfect appearance she has still intact. Her edges are styled to perfection, and her brown lips are covered in gloss. Her skin is clear and has no pimples or blemishes unlike mine. I return my focus to the computer before logging out.“Where are you going?” She asks when I stand grabbing all the research I was able to sneak out and do.“Uh, to finish my rounds it's almost five.”She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. “Fine, can I come drop you off ?”I halt in my tracks Cassian's warning flashing. “No, no I'll be fine thank you.”I ran off before she could ask more questions that I clearly couldn't answer. The time ticks by as I try to go through the charts I was assigned today, someone will be here to pick me up within minutes and I'm not done.“I can't believe it's five thirty already,” someone says, my heart plummets to my stomach and I look at my watch. Shit.I don't even change ou
Cassian's pov The phone vibrates on the dashboard, Holden's name flashing on the screen. I answer on speaker, already anticipating his usual updates.“I'm already on my way,” I speak before he can say anything.“We're being attacked — fuck,” he says, his voice pitched. Gunshots ring in the background. “What?”“Get here now.”“Where's Maya?” I ask, accelerating the car. “Aaaah, fuck.”The call disconnects and I clutch the steering wheel tighter till my knuckles turn white. The city blurs past, the headlights streaking in the darkness. Maya better be okay.The gate is opened, revealing a gruesome scene — the bodies of the guards lay motionless on the ground their blood staining the cement. The metallic scent of gun powder clings to the air. Heart hammering, I yank my gun from the holster running inside.“Holden,” I call, looking for the intruder. I find one of the helpers on the floor clutching her stomach. “Wait here,” I mumble running up the stairs.Holden stands there holding down
Cassian's povShe helps me on the surgical table, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead. I can't lose my eyesight, I can't let my father's work land in someone else's hand. A shaky exhale escapes my lips, as I try to breathe through the throbbing pain in my head.The sharp pain comes again and I clutch the side of the table.“Just a minute,” she says, fear laced in her tone. Not a minute later I feel her beside me holding my head in place, but the pain is just too much.“Do something,” I groan, my voice raw and exposed.“I am, I just need you to stay still.”“Aaaaaah.” I hiss, shifting uncomfortably on the table.“Open your eyes,” she says, breathing loudly. I force them to open the fluorescent lights, making my eyes feel more painful.She presses something against my eyes, her fingers grazing my temples. “Cassian I know you're in pain but I need you to remain completely still.”“Aaa — fuck.”“You know, when I was younger I was playing in the tree house my dad built for me, I g
Cassian's pov“Sir she called someone,” Leo says, his lips pressed into a thin line. He adorns a full grey suit, that his lean body fills perfectly. His blonde hair is sleeked back making him look older than he is. “Her parents?”He nods, placing the phone on my palm. I look around the empty field where my men were standing four minutes ago.“Has everybody left?” I ask, opening the sliding doors. “Yes, and the new guards have been put in place.”“When will the new security measures be installed?”“Tomorrow.”My eyebrows furrow. “That's too late, I want them done today.”“Yes sir.”I stop just in front of my room, Maya's door slightly ajar. The need to go in and check what she is doing burns but Holden's figure appears making me reconsider.I turn off the lights, relishing the darkness that covers the room. I popped one of the pills Maya gave me, the irony of it not getting lost. I even have to depend on her to get rid of the pounding headache in my skull. I sit on the chair close to
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
Maya's povI take some of the money from my purse and hand it to the cab driver. I get off a heavy weight settling in my chest. He takes my things outside the house a beaming smile on his lips. I inhale sharply, willing my legs to move forward.What was I thinking about coming here?The house is nestled just at the edge of the farm town. The red brick house stands with quiet charm, wrapped in the scent of earth and wildflowers. The brick walls, weathered by sun and rain, held stories of simpler times, while a rust-red tin roof glinted in the afternoon light. A white picket fence framed the tiny garden out front, where tomatoes, sunflowers, and mint grow side by side. Smoke curls lazily from the stone chimney, and chickens clucked softly in the nearby coop.I knock on the door and it opens almost immediately. Mum stands there with an apron tied around her waist. She holds a china in one hand and a tablecloth in the other. Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Maya, what are you doing here
Cassian's povI take in sharp breaths trying to stop the ache in my chest but nothing helps. I feel like I'm being torn apart piece by piece. My fingers are trembling not trying to turn the doorknob and chase after her.Tell her how much I love her and I was just being a stupid jerk like always. But I can't, I have to put her safety first.There will always be a Roxanne somewhere in my life and her being next to me is a target.“Is she gone?” I ask when Leo enters his hands on his back.“Yes.”I nod my eyes glued to the table like it has the answers to all of my problems. “Is that all?” I ask when I still feel his presence.He clears his throat, placing a piece of paper on my desk. “What is this?” I ask my brows furrowed.“The paternity test,” he answers, making my heart stop. I sit up straight. I totally forgot about this.I unseal it, my fingers digging inside the papers with force. My fingers trail the words hurriedly and there it is. Fifty percent positive.Uterine half-siblings.
Maya's povI look at the claer front doors of the hospital remembering how excited I was to work here. How happy I was that a local town girl had gotten a chance to work for a big-time hospital in Los Angeles. Now I have nothing.Absolutely nothing.Not even Cassian.I walk through the door the acrid smell of antiseptic feeling like a taste of deja vu. The beeping of monitors, the slow cry of patients, and the distant murmurs around the waiting room wrap around me like a soft blanket on a cold night.I exhale giving myself a few seconds to take it all in.God I didn't even know how much I missed this place. I'm assigned an empty bed in the clinic and my fingers are twitching at the hem of my sundress wondering who will come to see me.The curtain slides open and Dr.Ben with a team of residents stands beside him eagerly. “Maya,” he calls surprised. I pull on a small smile looking at the interns.They've probably heard the rumors about me already.“Can you excuse us,” he says, shooing t
Cassian's povI roll on the bed the soft glow of the morning sun bouncing over my face. Maya is safely cradled between my legs her breathing coming out in slow even breathsThe previous nights escapades burn and I feel my crotch twitch. Sex when you have feelings for the other person is ten times better than when you don't.I rub her back softly just as the door pushes open slightly and Holden comes in holding a tray of food. It clutters to the floor when our eyes meet.My heart plummets to my stomach. He looks at Maya who stires for a while before drifting back to sleep. He walks out and I push Maya aside grabbing a sheet from the bed and draping it over my waist.I skip the mug of spilled tea and pancakes following after him.“Holden wait,” I call. He stops tears already streaming down his face.“How could you?” He asks his voice thick with emotions. “After I told you I loved her,” he continues.“You went behind my back and slept with her.”The words slap into my face and no words
Maya's pov**Explicit content ahead**“Excuse me?” I ask, not believing my ears. After all we've been through.He looks at me his gaze softening. “All those times I asked you to let me go because I felt safe we're reason enough.”I shake my head. “Now you have the decency to do it?”He looks away and I swallow the lump in my throat. “I'm selfish.”“I was selfish,” he corrects.“Look at me,” I scream tears rolling down my face. “You don't care about my safety,” I deadpan.“You are just worried that this — whatever is happening between us is turning into something and you can't handle it.”He rakes his hand over his hair. “Maya.”“If you're not going to tell me how you're feeling then don't bother.”He sits in the bed and it dips slightly. “I'm scared, I don't think I have ever felt like this,” he says, his voice low and vulnerable.“It's okay,” I whisper.“It's not,” he protests. “You deserve someone who can love you wholeheartedly.”“And you're not that person?” I ask the question fe