I slammed the car door shut, heart racing, as panic clawed at my chest. I drove like a madman towards the ATM, desperation fueling my every movement. Armando’s money felt heavy in my hands, a lifeline wrapped in shadows. I deposited the cash and barely managed to pay the water bill—thank God I had just enough for electricity too. A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly overshadowed by the weight of Armando’s presence looming over my life now.
My mind screamed in chaos. Would we even make it out alive? Just then, the panic hit me like a tidal wave. It wasn’t supposed to happen here—at the ATM, of all places. White dots erupted in front of my eyes as I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with fear. I fought to breathe, forcing myself to inhale deeply, letting the rush of air fill my lungs while the pressure twisted inside me. What was I going to do with him? The reality crashed down: the other gang knew about me, and now I was trapped in this mess, shackled to Armando. He’d taken refuge in my apartment, and now I was living in borrowed time—waiting for the storm to break or worse, for them to find us first. In a sudden outburst, I slammed my palms against the steering wheel, feeling the raw frustration surge through me. I screamed, unleashing the turmoil that swirled within, hitting everything I could reach in the confined space of my car. The sound echoed back at me, a harsh reminder of my spiraling resolve. And then came the tears. They fell as quickly as they dried, leaving behind nothing but anger and regret. Why did I help him? The question gnawed at me like a relentless itch I couldn’t scratch. If I had just kept my distance, if I hadn’t let my conscience guide my actions—I wouldn’t be here, drowning in this chaos. But no, I couldn’t walk away; I had to help. Yet, deep down, I knew this was my fault. My choices led us to this very moment. I didn’t blame Armando for getting shot; I only blamed myself for getting involved. I let myself drive home, skipping work without a second thought—Barbra could handle it. But as I navigated the streets, each turn blurred into the next, my mind a tangled mess of regret and confusion. I barely registered the journey until I found myself parked in front of the apartment, the engine ticking softly in the stillness. Dragging myself from the car, I trudged inside, my heart pounding with an anxious hope that he would be gone. The silence engulfed me, wrapping around my shoulders like a heavy shroud as I stepped into the empty living room. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, momentarily lifting the weight pressing down on me, but it was short-lived. Then, from the kitchen, he emerged. Armando stood there, a glass of water in his hand, droplets of condensation pooling and dripping onto the linoleum floor—a stark contrast to the storm churning within me. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he offered a weak smile, but it did nothing to alleviate the knot tightening in my stomach. He limped toward the couch, every movement a reminder of the fragility of life, of choices made and their bitter consequences. I dropped my purse with a thud, the sound echoing like a tolling bell in the oppressive silence. My instincts propelled me toward the love seat in the corner, my fingers brushing against the fabric as I attempted to steady my trembling hands. Desperation swelled within me, and I wiped my eyes on my scrub top, feeling the damp fabric cling to my skin. Armando’s gaze shifted toward me, concern etched across his features. “What happened?” he asked, his voice wavering with unspoken fears. I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of his question pressing heavily on my chest. The truth hovered just beneath the surface, ready to spill out, but all I could do was breathe, feeling the fragility of this moment hang in the air like a delicate thread, threatening to snap. “Maya? Tell me what happened.” I jolted at the sound of my name, a sudden reminder of how exposed I was. I hadn’t meant for him to find out—hadn’t wanted him to see the remnants of my life sprawled across our shared space, evidence of a fracture I couldn’t yet articulate. His hazel eyes, usually warm and inviting, now glimmered with an urgency that made my chest tighten. I swallowed hard, searching for the right words, but all I found was silence. A tumult of thoughts raced through my mind, but I knew I wasn’t ready to lay them bare. He was fragile, still piecing himself back together, and I had no right to burden him with my chaos until he was whole again. “Nothing… just my mother and... other issues,” I stammered, forcing a weak smirk that felt like a mask over a raging storm. I grabbed the remote, clicking the television on, desperate for the distraction to drown out the suffocating silence that threatened to engulf us both. “Are you sure? You look like something really scared you. And your back—so I know you didn’t go to work.” His concern hung in the air, palpable and relentless, but I turned away from it, as I did with all questions I didn’t want to answer. “Everything is fine. Just rest up,” I replied, flipping through N*****x in a futile attempt to escape. I finally settled on *Love Is Blind*, hoping the absurdity of reality TV could push my inner turmoil further into the shadows. But deep down, I knew—everything is fine until it isn’t.My phone rang, slicing through the tension-filled silence while Maya was in the shower. I knew I shouldn’t answer it; every instinct screamed at me to ignore it. But the thought of leaving it unanswered gnawed at me like a festering wound. I had charged it earlier when Maya was away, a small flicker of hope in an otherwise darkening world.Jake’s name flashed on the screen, and a wave of dread washed over me. My stomach churned with anxiety, but this was my crew, my responsibility. I couldn’t let Rico’s shadow cast a pall over us.I slid my finger across the screen, and Jake’s frantic voice crackled through the line. “Armando? Is that you?” His breath came in quick gasps, sounding almost muffled as if he were hiding in a quiet room, wrestling with his own fears.“It’s me,” I replied, steeling myself for whatever grim news was about to surface.He exhaled sharply, a mix of relief and panic. “Thank god you’re alive. Where are you? We can come get you.” Jake had always been the mor
He pressed his lips against mine, a soft yet electrifying connection that ignited something deep within me. The kiss was an unspoken declaration, a spark that blazed to life before I even had a chance to comprehend it. Armando was unlike anyone I'd ever encountered; there was a wildness to him that both thrilled and terrified me. When he finally revealed that he led a gang trafficking drugs, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. Shock coursed through me, leaving me breathless. What was I supposed to think? I shot a glare at the clock, its red digits glaring back at me in the stillness of the night. Past midnight. Time felt suspended as I turned to face the door, where Armando lay sprawled on the couch, his presence a heavy blanket over my thoughts. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips, a haunting reminder of our encounter. A slight smile crept onto my face, unwelcome yet insistent, as memories whirled in my mind. His hands had gripped my cheeks with such urgenc
“Maya?” The name slips from my lips like a desperate whisper, trembling in the stillness of the room. Beneath me, something soft and warm cradles my weight—a fleeting comfort that contrasts sharply with the chaos in my mind. I inhale deeply, the air thick with familiarity, and as I lift my head, the haze begins to clear. I blink hard, recognizing the faint outlines of my own room back at the camp, a sanctuary that now feels hauntingly foreign.The walls hold echoes of the past, unchanged since I last stood here three days ago. My clothes lie scattered on the ottoman, remnants of a life interrupted. The bathroom door stands ajar, an invitation into a space that feels incomplete. But where is Maya? Her absence is a void that grips my chest, and I inhale sharply as awareness crashes in: the searing pain at my side. We were waiting for Jake. The memory hits like a thunderclap. He must have brought us here—what happened after? Panic rises as I sit up, forcing myself to take stock of the s
I perched on a bar stool in the dimly lit kitchen of the cabin, my heart racing as I watched Luna methodically pour drink after drink into her glass. Her brown eyes were locked onto me with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “So you’re a nurse?” she slurred, her words thick and heavy, punctuated by unsteady sways. The empty vodka bottle stood like a sentinel beside her, a testament to the chaos spiraling around us. I shifted in my seat, straightening up as if trying to defy the weight of the moment. My hands intertwined nervously in my lap, and I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts, but they slipped away like sand through my fingers. It had been days since I last saw Armando, days spent in this cabin where Luna held me captive—no ropes binding my wrists today, but the invisible chains of anxiety and longing weighed heavily upon me.My mind drifted to him, an ache blooming in my chest. How was he? Did he need me? The mere thought of him tugged at my very essence, i
I awoke to the sun shining brightly on my face, its warm hues mixing with the blanket to provide a comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time. Lifting my head, I noticed the room was empty. The bed felt cold beside me, and Armand’s side was only partly made up. Still naked from last night, I scanned the room and saw that my clothes had been picked up and placed near the desk chair. Now that it was fully bright, the pale gray walls gave the space a peaceful atmosphere. I could see details I had missed the night before due to the circumstances surrounding us. Sitting up, I ran my fingers through my hair, tangled from sleep, and stretched my arms, letting the sheet fall away as I stood to grab my clothes. As I dressed, pulling on my jeans, I glanced out the window, which faced the compound—the heart of our land. Daylight revealed everything: the rows of motorcycles lined up outside, reminding me of the ones that had come for us that night. I could still feel the lingering adrenaline mixed with
We huddled in the dark basement, our bodies pressed together, breath coming in tight, anxious gasps as we heard Reaper and his men encircling the compound. The tension was palpable, a living thing that wrapped around us like a suffocating shroud.“What about the others?” I whispered, my voice trembling. Armando stood nearby, his silhouette barely discernible against the shadows, the soft earth beneath us carrying a musty scent that filled my lungs with dread. Something brushed against my arm—was it a spider, or just my mind playing tricks? I fought to suppress a scream, clamping my free hand over my mouth while I frantically reached out with the other.My fingers found him—Armando, appearing just beside me, his grip firm and grounding. “They’ll be fine,” he reassured me, his voice steady despite the chaos above. “Jake and I, along with the elders, have an escape plan. There’s a tunnel that leads us out.”He tugged at my hand, gently urging me down onto my knees. “You’ll have to crawl f
I pressed my hand to my mouth, the acrid scent of smoke clawing at my throat as I stumbled toward the middle of the chaos. Armando and the others stood near a building that was engulfed in flames, its structure nearly collapsed under the onslaught of fire. My gaze zeroed in on a man leaning against a post, which had been reduced to a charred stump, his body barely clinging to life.Panic surged through me as my heart raced and my hands trembled. I sprinted over, adrenaline coursing through my veins, the heat of the flames licking at my skin. I dropped to my knees beside him, the ground hot beneath me. I pushed aside the smoldering remnants of his jacket, revealing a deep, jagged wound near his abdomen—the same cruel mark that marred Armando’s side. Blood oozed from the man's mouth, pooling in the dust around him, and I knew he was hurt far worse than I dared imagine.My fingers fumbled as I untangled the fabric of his shirt, revealing more bullet wounds that punctured his back, the gri
My mind raced, a tempest of despair and fury swirling around the man who had just whispered the name of a possible traitor. But what did I have? Nothing but the unreliable word of a scum who would lie without a second thought, ready to abandon everything to save his own skin. I forced myself toward the crew that had rolled in from East Phoenix—the Chaos Hornets. A crew I knew well, one I’d gotten along with better than most; we had history, and their loyalty was something I valued deeply. I assumed Jake had called them in, and they immediately responded, ready to leap into the chaos that had engulfed us. Chaos was an understatement. Our compound lay in ashes, my father’s legacy reduced to charred ruin, and my mother’s beloved rose garden—a lifetime of nurturing—all turned to acrid smoke and memories. Maybe that’s why I snapped at Maya. She didn’t deserve my outburst. She was light and hope, two things I felt slipping through my fingers like sand. I had grown up differently, hardene
A wave of unease twisted my stomach as I yanked my sweater over my scrubs. My head spun slightly, the lingering effects of whatever had wrecked me, but at least I could keep water down—that was a victory, right? Grabbing my keys, I glanced at the clock, the numbers blurring momentarily before snapping into focus. My car, returned just yesterday, sat waiting outside. A junker, sure, but it was mine—battered, beaten, and paid for.“Mom, I’m leaving!” My voice echoed through the house, cutting through the sound of the upstairs shower sputtering to life.My father was already gone, retreating to his other life—his apartment, his other daughter, his mother… my grandmother. The thought burned like acid in my chest, but I swallowed it down and forced myself to move.The drive to the hospital passed in a haze, the rattling hum of my Camry doing little to drown out the storm inside my head. I parked under a tree, its leaves clinging stubbornly to the branches like my grip on sanity. Grabbin
There’s a truth I’ve buried deep within me, a dark secret that claws at my insides, screaming to be set free. But courage has never been my strong suit—especially when it comes to Maya. The weight of what I should reveal crushes me, yet I know I’ll never find the strength to share it. The summons from the elders isn’t just an ordinary call; it’s a summons steeped in dread. When the elders reach out, everything else falls away—you drop everything and go, no questions asked, no rescheduling. I know exactly why they’ve summoned me: Armando. His time is up, a fact as inevitable as night falling after day. In our world, we’re led to believe we control our fates, but the truth is darker. The elders allow us to thrive, to live our lives, but make no mistake—they pull the strings. We live under their shadow, bound by a blood oath that promises loyalty until death—or, as they like to put it, execution.Armando has crossed too many lines, triggering their wrath. I brace myself, knowing I’ve be
“Where the hell did Armando go?” I demanded, shoving my coffee mug into the dishwasher with a force that echoed my agitation. Demetri paced like a caged animal in the kitchen, his tension palpable, until my mother stormed in, her face a canvas painted with fury.“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping away from the dishwasher as she claimed a seat at the counter. Demetri slipped out of the room, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. I could sense it; something was festering inside him, and today—after Armando’s abrupt departure—he might finally reveal it.“Your father is what’s wrong with me! That son of a bitch is back, and my rage is boiling!” Her hands trembled as I instinctively rubbed her back, dread tightening my chest when I noticed the absence of her engagement ring—the massive diamond surrounded by tiny stones that had always gleamed on her finger. Gone. Silence weighed heavily as my mother broke down, her tear-streaked face igniting a primal urge within me to hunt down my
I had been drowning in a storm of secrets from Armando for days, a suffocating weight that pressed down on my chest. The moment I threw up that morning—a violent expulsion that felt like the world crashing down around me—I knew: I was pregnant. Everything about me was shifting; an insatiable hunger clawed at my insides, and my clothes began to tighten like a noose, suffocating any sense of normalcy. At first, I fed myself lies, blaming it all on gluttony and neglecting the gym—self-delusion wrapped in denial. But that day with Brenda shattered my facade. I found myself standing in Bonners Market in Phoenix, heart racing as I clutched a pregnancy test like it was a ticking bomb. Brenda’s laughter echoed cruelly in my ears, her judgment sharp enough to cut through my fragile resolve. But I had to know the truth; ignorance was a poison I could no longer swallow.Two agonizing weeks had passed, my period a ghost taunting me from the shadows. It hung in the air, a grim reminder of my unrav
Demetri sat across from me, fingers entwined tightly as I leaned back, tension crackling in the air. “You wanted to talk? Then speak up,” I bit out, my jaw clenched, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me.“I know where to find Reaper,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of hesitation. “I’ve heard he likes to take the underground sewers to avoid detection.” He turned to face me, but his eyes darted away before they could lock onto mine. I knew why. The guilt and discomfort hung thick between us like smoke; he was tangled up with Maya, my girl—the one I had let myself fall for, body and soul. A knot of rage twisted in my gut at the thought of him taking what was mine, using her like some disposable toy.“I honestly don’t care where to find Reaper anymore,” I shot back, my voice low and dangerous as I pushed myself up from the table. “I’m done with this whole search for him.” I moved toward the coat rack, the weight of my jacket feeling like a shroud as I fought against
As I stood there by the kitchen sink, a mug of steaming coffee trembling in my hands, the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave: Armando was a player. I should have anticipated it the moment his childhood girlfriend sauntered in, flaunting her skimpy outfit while I was right there beside him. A lump lodged in my throat, and the storm of anxiety mixed with fury surged within me, only intensifying when Armando’s eyes finally locked onto mine.The raw anger that flickered in his gaze sent a jolt through me; I could feel his rage boiling beneath the surface. The happiness Demetri had ignited in me was like a fire consuming him from the inside out.“I can’t believe this,” he spat, his voice laced with pain and disbelief. “How long?” “Few weeks,” I mumbled, lifting the mug to my lips, the scalding liquid searing my throat as it went down. The muffled voices of my mother and father fluttered in from the dining room, their casual banter a cruel contrast to the storm raging inside me. I s
I loathed the man behind me—the coward who abandoned Maya and her mother, choosing to play the part of a doting father to Reaper and that girl who looked so much like her. He was a fraud, a spineless traitor, and I was determined to expose him for what he truly was.Maya had no idea her father was still alive, lurking in the shadows like the coward he was. It broke my heart to think about shattering her world with the truth, but she needed to open her eyes and see him for who he really was. I knew she would despise me for it, but I’d rather her spit venom at me than remain blissfully ignorant while that bastard hid behind a facade.“Take a left here!” the old man yelled, his voice barely cutting through the roar of the engine that vibrated beneath us.I obeyed, yanking the handlebars to the left with a reckless thrill, the bike nearly tipping over as I fought for balance. Every inch of me was on fire, ignited by the adrenaline and fueled by the rage simmering just below the surface. Th
I knew it was a colossal mistake to bring Maya’s father here. Armando just had to assert his dominance, dragging the old man into this mess without a second thought for Maya or her mother. As always, he operated by his own rules, a tyrant within his crew, and I was merely a pawn in his game. But when it came to Maya, I couldn’t stand by and let things spiral out of control. I prepared myself for chaos the moment we arrived.I watched as Armando shoved Maya’s father onto his bike, settling in beside him with a practiced ease. The old man seemed oddly at home on the machine, as if he’d spent a lifetime riding—like he had never known a day without it. I could be imagining things, but there was a calm confidence about him that gnawed at my gut. “I’ll follow you,” I shouted over the roar of the engine as Armando revved it and tore out of the alley. As I climbed onto my own bike, I exchanged a knowing glance with Jake. His eyebrows were raised, mischief playing at the corners of his mouth.
I zip up my bag and set it next to the door, the tension thickening in my chest as I move toward the kitchen. I settle into a bar stool, the cold steel biting against my skin, and wait for Demetri. The hallway thrums with distant sounds, a symphony of life that feels worlds away from me.Adriana glides into view, draped in a light pink robe that sways gently around her form. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, strands cascading softly around her shoulders. My heart races, not from desire, but from the dread pooling in my gut.She greets me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips—soft, familiar. But it feels hollow, a gesture stripped of warmth. “Good morning,” she whispers, her breath brushing against my skin as she wraps her arms around my neck, the intimacy of the moment stinging. As her hand travels down my abdomen, nudging at my groin, my body betrays me, stirring in response despite my mind's frantic warnings. I can feel i