Elijah’s POV“The surveillance is live,” Joe’s voice said through the speakerphone in my office. “We’ve got drones in the air and eyes on the docks. If Lennon’s hiding something, we’ll find it.”“Good,” I muttered, leaning forward. My fingers drummed against the desk as the satellite feed from the docks came into focus. The grainy image showed cargo containers stacked high, workers moving in synchronized chaos under the amber glow of floodlights.The private investigation firm I’d hired had already combed through the basics—shipping manifests, customs declarations, and transaction records. Too much of it didn’t add up. Confidential shipments. Redirected goods. And partnerships with shell companies linked to known mob fronts.“Any movement?” I asked.Joe’s keyboard clattered on the other end. “Not yet. But if Lennon’s got anything going on tonight, it’ll be here. These docks are his central hub for domestic shipments.”I rubbed my temples. “Keep me posted. I’ll head out soon.”It’s bee
Elijah’s POVJoe’s voice came through again. “Elijah, we’ve got movement. That SUV is circling back, and they’re unloading something heavy. You need to wrap it up.”I cursed under my breath. “Understood. Get me an exit route.”The PI beside me nodded sharply, sealing the crate back up with quick, practiced hands. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, my eyes locking onto the approaching headlights of a forklift. Its beam swept across the rows of containers, illuminating patches of the shadows we were hiding in. We crouched lower, pressed against the cold metal of a nearby container, holding our breath as the vehicle rumbled past, its operator none the wiser.“Exit to your left,” Joe said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “There’s a service road leading to a back lot. Minimal cameras. You’ve got a clear path, but move fast.”I gave a small nod to the PI, and we slipped out of our hiding spot, moving swiftly but quietly. Every footstep felt like it echoed in the oppres
Elijah’s POVI stretched out on the couch, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the ceiling. Saturday mornings were supposed to be a time to recharge, but my mind was a tangled web of doubts, plans, and suspicions. Between Lennon’s shady dealings and Sophia’s decision to work with Lucas, I felt like I was walking a tightrope, trying to balance everything without falling apart.The sound of laughter drifted in from the garden, pulling me out of my thoughts. The kids were giggling about something, their voices light and carefree. Sophia’s laughter mingled with theirs, warm and melodic.Maybe this is what I need. Just one day without suspicion or frustration. One day to relax and have fun with my family, just like before. Pushing myself off the couch, I headed toward the garden. The sight that greeted me made my chest loosen for the first time in days. Reese, Jared, and Roxy were seated around a small table, their hands smudged with paint as they worked on terracotta pots. Sophia wa
Sophia’s POVKayla and I settled into the plush chairs at the nail salon, the soothing melody of soft music blending with the faint scent of lavender in the air. It was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of life, and I could already feel some of the tension lifting from my shoulders.“This is exactly what I needed,” I sighed as the nail technician began working on my hands. “Just some peace and quiet with my best friend.”Kayla grinned from the chair next to me, her toes soaking in warm, bubbly water. “Tell me about it. Between Asha’s teething and Connor’s latest work crisis, I feel like I haven’t sat down for five minutes in days.”I chuckled. “Motherhood. Marriage. The joys of adulting, right? Remember when our biggest problem was whether our outfits matched for the weekend parties?”“Or whether that cute guy from history class would notice us,” Kayla added with a laugh. “Life was so simple back then.”We both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like we were back in those carefree day
Sophia’s POVThe dim glow of the club’s neon lights danced across our table as Kayla and I leaned in, laughing over the rim of our cocktail glasses. The music thumped in the background, a pulsing beat that seemed to sync with the energy of the room.“See?” Kayla grinned, tossing her hair back. “Aren’t you glad you came out?”I took another sip of my drink, nodding. “I’ll admit, this is fun. It’s been forever since I just let loose like this.”Kayla gave me a playful nudge. “Good. That’s the whole point. Forget your worries for a bit.”A few minutes later, we were on the dance floor, swaying to the music. The crowd around us moved as one, and for the first time in weeks, I felt free—untethered by work, responsibilities, and the heavy weight of my recent thoughts.As we returned to our table, a man approached Kayla, flashing a charming smile. “Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?”Kayla raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m good, thanks.”He h
Sophia’s POV“I’m fine,” I said quickly, waving him off even though my legs felt like jelly. “Just a little dizzy, that’s all. Nice to see you, but I’m heading out now.”I took a shaky step forward, determined to get outside and wait for Elijah. But the room tilted again, and I swayed dangerously. Before I could catch myself, Lucas’s hands shot out, gripping my arms and balancing me. “You’re not fine,” he said firmly. His hands were warm against my skin, and I hated how grounded they made me feel. “Come on, let’s sit down. You need water. Let me help you.”“Lucas, no. I’m okay,” I insisted, trying to pull away, but my legs betrayed me, another wave of dizziness forcing me to lean on him. My heart raced, not just from the physical sensation but from the sinking fear of what Elijah would think if he walked in right now.“Stop arguing,” Lucas said, his voice soft but insistent. “You can barely stand. Just sit down for a minute. I’ll get you some water.”I had no choice but to let him gu
Sophia’s POVWe reached the car, and as soon as I settled into the passenger seat, I leaned my head back, pressing my fingers to my temples in a futile attempt to dull the pounding. Elijah slammed the door shut on his side, the sound making me flinch. He didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, he turned to face me, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing with fury.“You were meeting him,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “Weren’t you? After Kayla left, you knew he’d show up.”“What?” I snapped, sitting up despite the dull ache pulling at me. “Are you serious right now?”“I trusted you, Sophia,” he continued, his voice rising. “And you—what, you think I’m stupid? You think I wouldn’t figure it out?”My chest tightened, anger and disbelief surging. “If you trusted me, you’d believe me when I tell you the truth. I didn’t plan any of this. Lucas just showed up. What was I supposed to do? Ignore him and pass out on the floor?”“You could have called me,” he shot back. “Or Kayla. Hell, any
Elijah’s POVI leaned back in my chair, tapping a pen absently against the edge of my desk. My mind was a mess, tangled in thoughts of last night—of Sophia’s quiet, tearful face, of the widening gap between us.I shouldn’t have agreed to meet Camille today. Hell, I shouldn’t have even taken her call last night. But when she’d been crying on the phone, asking to meet, saying she wanted to quit modeling and come back to Sinclair Realty, I’d felt cornered. There was desperation in her voice, and while I didn’t trust her motives entirely, I didn’t feel right dismissing her outright.Still, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that this was a mistake. Sophia must have overheard the call last night—I’d caught the faintest shift of movement in the hallway after I’d hung up. But she hadn’t said a word, neither last night nor this morning. We’d gone about our routines in silence, our conversations limited to the kids and logistics. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I
Sophia’s POVJared was safe. That was all that mattered.We were gathered in the house, the weight of the night still pressing heavily on our shoulders. But at least Jared was asleep now, curled up in his bed like nothing had happened. He hadn’t seemed afraid, hadn’t even realized the gravity of what Antoine had done. And for that, I was grateful. The last thing I wanted was for him to carry fear because of this.But once he woke up, I knew I would have to face the reality of telling him about his father. And why it was only now that he was finding out about Antoine. “We’re not pressing charges,” I had told Elijah. But we did have to watch our backs more carefully, to stay guarded and alert all the time. And we needed to make sure never to let Jared out of our sights again. Still, we had made Antoine promise never to pull something like this again. Not that his word meant much. I didn’t trust him, and I knew Elijah didn’t either. This wasn’t over. Not really.Phoebe sat beside me,
Sophia’s POVElijah and I sprinted through the mall, dodging past confused shoppers and security personnel as the urgency of the moment drove us forward. My heart pounded in my ears, my breaths coming fast and shallow.“We need to check the parking lot exits,” Elijah said, his voice tight with controlled fury. “If Antoine took Jared, he won’t risk staying here much longer.”Elijah nodded, pulling out his phone and dialing Joe. The moment Joe answered, Elijah got straight to the point. “Antoine’s here. He took Jared. We need to know if he has a car registered in his name or any known places he might go.”I looked at Elijah in anticipation. He nodded then ended the call. "He said he'll get back to us soon."My eyes darted around the busy corridor, searching for any sign of our son.Jared, my sweet boy. Where are you?Phoebe ran alongside me, her face streaked with tears. “He must’ve followed us,” she choked out. “I swear, I didn’t think— I mean, I saw someone watching, but I wasn’t sure
Sophia’s POVI pushed through the crowded mall, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The world around me blurred into a haze of faces and voices, none of them the one I was searching for. Oh, god, Jared. Please be okay.My mind screamed his name with every step I took, my hands trembling as I grabbed Phoebe’s arm, trying to keep both of us steady.“He has to be here,” Phoebe said, her voice shaking as she wiped at her tear-streaked face. “He has to be here somewhere.”I wanted to believe her. I had to believe her. But the sheer panic clawing at my throat made it hard to hold on to hope. Jared wasn’t just missing—he seemed to have vanished into thin air. And the longer he was gone, the worse the possibilities became.“Elijah’s talking to security,” I said, scanning every store, every passerby, searching for even a glimpse of him. “They’re checking the cameras. We just have to keep looking.”Phoebe nodded frantically, but guilt was etched into every
Elijah’s POVAcross from me, I gazed lovingly at my wife. Sophia looked beautiful, her hair framing her face perfectly as she sipped her wine. For a moment, I let myself pretend that this was just a regular dinner date, that everything was normal.But it wasn’t.“The food’s amazing,” I said, taking another bite of my steak. “You picked a great place.”Sophia smiled faintly, but the crease between her brows betrayed the worry she was trying to hide. “I’m glad you like it,” she said softly. Her fork hovered over her plate for a moment before she set it down. “Elijah… do you think Chris and Emily are okay?”I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine. “They’ll be fine,” I said firmly, though the weight in my chest made me doubt my own words. “The mob’s on its last legs. Even if there are survivors, they’re scattered and in no position to orchestrate anything.”She nodded, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. “I can’t help but worry. What if… what if some of them intercepted Chris and E
Sophia’s POVLennon, who had recently been transferred to a local hospital in the city, sat up in his bed, looking pale but stronger than I’d expected. Morgana sat by his side, her hand clutching his as if letting go would make him disappear. Her eyes were wet with happy tears, her face a mix of relief and joy that she was finally reunited with him.Elijah stood at the foot of the bed, his posture stiff, but his expression was open, filled with something I rarely saw: vulnerability. He cleared his throat, his voice low but steady as he spoke. “Lennon, I need to say something.”Lennon looked at him calmly. “Go on.”“I…” Elijah hesitated, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. For doubting you. For questioning your motives. You’ve done so much for all of us, for Morgana, for our family. And… I didn’t trust you the way I should have.”Lennon smiled faintly, shaking his head. “You don’t have to apologize, Elijah. I understand. With everything that’s happened, with all t
Sophia’s POV“It’s probably nothing,” I said softly, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound calm. “Let’s just wait and see.”The words felt hollow even to me, but they were the best I could muster as I sat beside my mother in the Bakers’ cozy living room. Her hands twisted the edge of her sweater, her eyes darting to the phones scattered across the coffee table. Every time one of them vibrated or rang, the room froze.“I can’t take this anymore,” my mother whispered, her voice breaking. Her shoulders trembled, and I reached out to squeeze her hand. “Sophia, what if something terrible happened? What if…”“Mom,” I interrupted gently, trying to keep my composure. “Let’s not think like that. Chris is strong, and so is Emily. They’re going to be okay.”Across the room, the television hummed with a cartoon, the cheerful voices of animated characters clashing painfully with the heavy atmosphere. The kids sat cross-legged on the floor, giggling at the screen, blissfully unaware of what
Elijah’s POV“You can’t just disappear,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter as my car sped down the nearly empty highway. The words sounded hollow in the space of the car, but they kept me from drowning in my own thoughts.Another day had passed. Another day of silence.The news about the mob had been everywhere—the arrests, the seizing of assets, the public’s outrage. Vito was still out there, probably on the run, but with the walls closing in, it wouldn’t be long now. At least, I hoped not. The Crimson Veil and Arcane Network were relentless. They’d find him. And the authorities in two countries were doing their best in the search too.But my thoughts kept circling back to Emily and Chris. No one had heard from them, not even the Crimson Veil.Are they still traveling, trying to stay off the radar? Or are they in some place so remote they can't reach out? Maybe it's both.The uncertainty ate at me, each unanswered question pressing harder on my mind with every passing h
Elijah’s POVNo one’s answering.I began pacing back and forth. I could feel Adrian’s eyes on me, but I couldn’t end the call. I let it ring and ring, willing for Joe to be alive. Then finally, the call connected. “Elijah,” Joe’s familiar voice came through, slightly hoarse but unmistakably alive.“Joe,” I breathed, relief flooding through me. “Thank God. You’re okay. I… I’ve been worried sick.”“We’re okay,” Joe replied, his voice steady despite the exhaustion I could hear underneath. “We got out before the explosion. Minor injuries, but nothing we couldn’t handle.”“And Lennon?” I asked, gripping the phone tighter.“Safe,” Joe assured me. “We managed to extract him just in time. He’s in the hospital now, recovering. It’s going to take a while, but he’ll pull through.”I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Thank God. Joe, I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear this.”Joe’s tone softened. “We all are. It was close, Elijah. Too close.”I nodded, even though he
Elijah’s POVThe next morning felt heavy, as if the house itself was carrying the weight of the night before. The quiet was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of a car passing by.I sat at the dining table, staring into my coffee. The steam curled lazily upward, but the rich aroma did nothing to soothe my nerves. My phone lay face up beside the mug, its screen dark but ever-present, a reminder of the silence on the other end.I’d stayed at my stepmother’s house for the night, unable to leave her in the state she was in. Sophia had wanted to stay too since Phoebe was with our kids anyway, but I’d insisted she go home to the kids. “I’ll be fine,” I’d told her, even though fine was the last thing I felt. Now, as I sipped my coffee, I kept glancing at my phone, willing it to buzz or ring—anything to break the unbearable silence. My thoughts were consumed with Joe and Lennon. The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up