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Ezekiel's Torturous Days
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The night was suffocatingly silent, the kind of silence that wrapped around you like a noose. In the heart of a sprawling estate, the air hung heavy with tension, punctuated only by the faint rustling of leaves in the cold wind. She moved like a phantom through the corridors of the mansion, her black-clad figure a wraith in the dim glow of emergency lights.To the Sovereign, she was a weapon—a meticulously crafted storm of precision and ruthlessness. To her enemies, she was nothing short of a nightmare. And to herself, she was no one.The mission had been clear: eliminate every trace of the trafficking ring that had dared to cross the Sovereign’s empire. Inside the mansion, she felt nothing as her blades sang through the air, slicing through the bodies of guards. The once-pristine carpets were soon stained crimson, the metallic tang of blood permeating the air.Her target was a man sitting behind a massive oak desk in the inner sanctum. Sweat dripped down his brow as he trembled, clut
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The glass of whiskey in Louis’s hand trembled as he brought it to his lips, but not from the cold. The room around him was dimly lit, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his chest. The memories of Daisy plagued him relentlessly—her laughter, her warm embrace, the fire in her eyes when she challenged him. They were like ghosts, haunting every corner of his mind.He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as the bitter liquid burned down his throat. It didn’t help. Nothing did.In the weeks since her death, he had spiraled into a darkness he could neither escape nor control. At first, it was guilt—crushing, suffocating guilt for everything he had done. His alliance with Natalie, his blind eye to her schemes, his failure to protect Daisy. He had been her safe haven, and he’d let her down.Now, the guilt had evolved into something darker: anger. Anger at himself, at the world, at the futility of it all. What was the point of loyalty, of love, if it only ended in ashes?He had mad
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Louis stumbled through the shadowed streets, clutching his bruised ribs as he gasped for air. The Sovereign’s men had made it clear that his escape wouldn’t come easy. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through his battered body. But he didn’t care. There was only one place he could go, only one person who might help him make sense of what had just happened: Ezekiel.When he finally arrived at Ezekiel’s residence, he nearly collapsed at the gate. Summoning the last shred of his strength, Louis banged on the door, his bloodied knuckles leaving red smears on the polished wood.The door swung open, and Louis looked up, expecting Ezekiel’s stern gaze. Instead, he was met with the wide-eyed stares of Liam and Dandelion.“Louis?” Dandelion’s voice was sharp with disbelief.“What the hell are you doing here?” Liam demanded, his expression a mixture of anger and concern.Louis staggered inside without waiting for an invitation, collapsing onto a nearby
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The room reeked of damp cement and rusted metal, its oppressive silence broken only by the faint drip of water from a leaking pipe. Shadows flickered against the walls, cast by a single bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Louis sat hunched in a steel chair, his wrists bound tightly by chains that dug into his skin. Dried blood crusted on his cheek from a deep gash, a testament to the rough treatment he’d endured, yet his eyes still burned with defiance.He wasn’t afraid of them. At least, that’s what he told himself. But deep down, beneath his stoic facade, there was a small, gnawing fear—not for himself, but for those he had failed.The heavy door groaned open, its sound reverberating through the room like a warning. Louis lifted his head, squinting through the haze of pain and dim light. The rhythmic clink of boots filled the silence, deliberate and unhurried.She entered the room with a calculated grace, her black cloak billowing slightly as she moved. A sleek mask covered
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Daisy sat at the edge of a deserted rooftop, her legs dangling over the ledge as the neon-lit city sprawled below her. The air was thick with the hum of distant traffic, broken only by the occasional siren. She exhaled, her breath forming a mist in the cool night air. The trail she had left behind was deliberate—a breadcrumb she knew he couldn’t resist.He would come. He always did.But why? Why was she doing this? Each time, she told herself it would be the last. Yet here she was, waiting, her heart warring between anticipation and dread. She hated this pull he had over her, hated how his presence stirred something deep within her that she thought she’d buried forever.The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, steady and purposeful. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She closed her eyes briefly, steeling herself.“You’re getting sloppy,” Ezekiel said, his voice low and tinged with worry.She smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Or maybe I’m just testing you
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Louis sat at his desk, the dull glow of the single lamp barely illuminating the mess of papers scattered before him. Financial reports, gang operations, and troubling news about the Sovereign’s encroaching power all screamed for his attention. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying the haunting image of her—the masked figure with scars.The memory gnawed at him relentlessly. Could it have been Daisy? Or was it a cruel trick of his guilt-ridden mind? He hated himself for even entertaining the thought.He poured himself another glass of whiskey, the burn doing little to numb the ache inside him. Across the room, Natalie entered without knocking, her expression a mix of irritation and triumph.“You’re spiraling,” she said bluntly, placing a folder on his desk. “We can’t afford for you to lose control now.”Louis glared at her. “I don’t need a lecture, Natalie.”Her lips curved into a sly smile as she sat on the edge of the desk, twirling a lock of her hair. “Good, because I’m not here to
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Ezekiel sat in the dimly lit study, papers strewn across the desk in front of him. Maps, lists, and dossiers—all meticulously gathered in his relentless pursuit of a way to free her. His thoughts were a storm, a mix of strategy and emotions he couldn’t suppress. Every time he thought of her—her eyes hidden behind that mask, the scars on her body—his determination only grew stronger.“Daisy,” he murmured, the name a whisper of both hope and pain.He didn’t know how long he could endure watching her suffer, trapped in the Sovereign’s web. But he knew one thing for certain: he wouldn’t stop until she was free.---Meeting with Liam had been his first step, and though he had anticipated resistance, the outright rejection still stung.“Liam, please,” Ezekiel had said, his voice steady despite the tension between them. “I need your help. She needs your help.”Liam had crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “And what makes you think I’d trust you? After everything? After Louis?”“This
