LOGINBEAU’S POVI rang the doorbell.My heart was racing so hard it felt like it was trying to break through my ribs and find a way to get to her faster.Four days……..Fuck!That stupid number had been sitting in my head like a countdown bomb……... I kept telling myself I could wait. I kept telling myself patience was part of the performance.But it was unbearable……too unbearable to the extent that I almost showed up the day before.The thought had been right there……. tempting……just drive over, just stand outside, just hear her voice again and let my presence do what words couldn’t.I didn’t because I had no excuse.And excuses were everything. If I was too eager, people would noticed. If I moved too fast, I would definitely gave them reasons to question me.So I waited.I fucking suffered.And now here I was…….standing at Mattias’s door, pretending my calm was real.For a few seconds, I just stared at the door like it might open on command.Then I heard movement on the other side.My hope
SHIMMA’S POV.I ended the call with Beau, and then I decided to bake some of Mattias’s favorite cookies.The kitchen felt warm……….almost comforting. I measured the ingredients slowly and carefully like if I moved with patience, my thoughts would finally drift away from all the mess that had been going on. But the moment my phone rang against the counter, the peace that was slowly settling in shattered.My mother’s name flashed across the screen.Cold shivers ran down my spine as I froze in my tracks.“Why was she calling now?” I wondered.I hadn’t even spoken to her since she left. I… I should have called. I should have checked on her. But I’d been dealing with my own pain too……my own fear……..my own guilt for not checking in properly. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. It was that everything had moved too fast, and I kept telling myself there would be time.And now she was the one calling me.That thought hit me like a hard slap.I stared at the phone, my thumb hovering over the answer bu
MR BEAU’S POV.The only thing that pissed me off today was the fact that Mattias was out of the suspect list. Ughhh!That could’ve been my foothold…….my leverage…….my moment to make him look cornered.But at least… I wasn’t amongst the suspects too, you know.And even if I was, there was no way the police would have allowed me to investigate the case. Wait…….what case?I burst out laughing, the sound low at first, then growing bolder as I leaned back in my chair.Gosh… I never knew the cops could be so dumb.This wasn’t hard at all. Not as hard as I thought it would be.Because really……..killing and getting away with it? It wasn’t as difficult as my fear had made it seem. Tell me how the “murderer” was put into investigating the case.How absurd.How….sillly!But it’s me you know.It’s my smart-ass brain. My manipulative skills. The way I read people like they’re an open books, the way I guide them toward the conclusions I want.If I wasn’t me, I’m sure I would’ve been locked behi
MATTIAS’S POV (continued)I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dabbing gently on my face before moving to dry the rest of my body.Steam clung to my skin, but it didn’t soften anything inside me.I tried……. I really tried……not to think about what happened a few hours ago. I told myself I could control this. I only had to come up with the good plan.The real plan.The one that would expose whoever killed Ryle…..the one that would explain the ‘RIP’ threat on my car…..the one that would make that weird call make sense.But the harder I tried to convince myself… the more the fear slipped in anyway.Because what if I don’t?What if I can’t?………What if I miss one detail and someone ends up in danger again…….someone innocent…….someone I promised myself I would always protect?I stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection like I could force an answer out of it.My jaw tightened.Then the bathroom door opened and Shimma walked in.“How did it go?” she asked, her voice gentle, ca
MR MATTIAS’S POV.I took a deep breath before opening the door to the chief police officer’s office.The moment I stepped inside, my lungs forgot how to work.There he was…….seated across from the chief, relaxed like he belonged there… like he wasn’t a threat to anyone’s life.Mr Beau…….Murderfucker.Wait!…… was it him? The one who fed the cops those silly ideas about me being a suspect in Doctor Ryle’s murder?Son of a bitch.The anger came fast and hot, but I forced it down. Not here. Not in front of the chief. Not with cameras watching.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me…….keeping my face calm as I took my breath again.“Mr Mattias,” the chief said, his voice smooth and a bit loud. “Welcome! Please, you can have your seat.”He gestured to the chair beside Mr Beau.Beau stared up at me, and I swear I saw it…….’that predatory look’ in his eyes. Then it was gone instantly, masked behind an innocent smile.Fuck. This nigga is beyond sick.I looked away, turning to the chief,
MMATTIAS’S POV.“And what if he was the one who did it?” Shimma said, her voice edged with disbelief. “Huh… would accusing him without evidence solve anything?”I frowned, because she wasn’t wrong in the way she said it.Evidence mattered.But the problem was… I didn’t accuse him because I liked accusations.I accused him because something about him had never fit. Not since Doctor Ryle’s death…..nor before.I took a step closer to my wife.“Wh—what are you trying to say?” I asked, my voice barely audible.I could see it in her eyes: she wanted to believe the best version of events. She wanted this house to stay safe. She wanted normal.And I could respect that.But right then, trust felt like a luxury we couldn’t afford.Before she could answer properly, my phone rang…….loud and sudden. Interrupting the conversation.Both of us flinched.I sighed, reaching into my pocket, already annoyed at the interruption.Then I saw the caller ID……..”The chief’s police officer.”My stomach dropped.
Mattias stood there, fists clenched, eyes locked on me. The tension in the room felt suffocating. My heart raced as I took a few steps backward, trying to distance myself before he unleashed his anger on me. I didn't want that...“Mattias, hear me out. You’re my big brother and my boss. I wouldn't wa
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I stood frozen, staring at Emily, my ex...The years seemed to have passed by quickly, but the memories rushed back, uninvited. Her ginger-red hair framed her face just as I remembered, but now it felt like a ghost from my past.“What are you doing here?” I managed to say.“Mattias,” she said softly, h
LUCAS'S POV.I knew it! I fucking knew it. I knew something was going on between them, it was so obvious. The day at her office, when he knelt down so close to her. his protectiveness towards her, his sudden cold mood whenever he sees the both of us together. I knew it.This is sick! how could he? How







