**8:15 PM** Victor Reyes reclined in his leather armchair, a crystal glass of vodka dangling from his fingers as he watched Xavier's perfectly crafted life unravel on the 60-inch screen before him. The soft glow from the television illuminated his satisfied smile, casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. "Holy fucking shit!" Jordan exclaimed from behind him, practically bouncing on his toes. "Look at that bastard's face! He's panicking!" Maria winced at Jordan's volume, shooting him a warning glance. Gerald, standing near the window with his arms crossed, observed the scene on the television with quiet surprise etched into the lines of his weathered face. "How did you manage it?" Maria asked, turning to Victor with genuine admiration in her eyes. "Getting footage of Xavier with the Moretti family... that's practically suicide for anyone who tried." Victor chuckled, swirling the ruby liquid in his glass before taking a measured sip. The wine was exceptional—almost
The light from the television bathed Selena's face in a cold blue glow as she sat perched on the edge of the plush sofa in her gilded cage—a penthouse that, despite its luxury, remained her prison. Her eyes never left the screen, drinking in the sight of Xavier's perfect world crumbling around him. A slow smile spread across her lips, satisfaction warming her chest for the first time in days. "Look at you now," she whispered to Xavier's image on the screen. The once-powerful man looked rattled, his eyes darting nervously as reporters shouted questions. "Not so untouchable after all." This had Victor written all over it. The precision, the timing, the perfectly orchestrated humiliation. She recognized his handiwork like she would recognize his touch—with every fiber of her being. Just yesterday, FBI agents had stormed into Xavier's club downstairs, flashing badges and warrants, sending patrons scattering and staff into panic. Selena had watched from her window as black SUVs surroun
Victor sat alone in his dimly lit room, the soft glow of his phone illuminating his face as he stared at a message he'd received three days ago. His earlier triumph over Xavier now seemed distant, overshadowed by this unexpected information. "Selena meeting with Roberto Vega at Café Rosario. Thursday. 2 PM." The message had come from his informant. Victor's jaw tightened as he studied the attached photo showing Selena and Roberto huddled in conversation at a corner table. "Roberto Vega," Victor whispered to the empty room, the name tasting bitter on his tongue. He leaned back in his leather chair, memories flooding back from five years ago. Roberto had been young then, ambitious, one of Victor's most trusted men—until greed corrupted him. Victor had caught him skimming from shipments, pocketing thousands that should have gone to the organization. "I should have killed you when I had the chance," Victor muttered, zooming in on Roberto's face in the photo. He had ordered Robe
The sun cast long shadows across Xavier's sprawling mansion grounds as Selena sat in the backseat of the black sedan. Her fingers nervously twisted the strap of her purse, eyes fixed on the imposing gates ahead. Today was Saturday—her only chance to see Miguel, and perhaps their only opportunity to escape this nightmare. "Almost there, Ms. Vasquez," the driver announced, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the rearview mirror. She didn't recognize him—not Thomas today, but another of Xavier's seemingly endless supply of men in black suits. "Thank you," she replied quietly, her mind already racing ahead to what awaited her. Would Roberto keep his promise? Had their meeting been discovered? As the car wound up the long driveway, Selena's thoughts drifted to the past—to that pivotal day five years ago when Roberto Vega's fate had become entangled with her own. She remembered his face, desperate and pleading as he had come to her private quarters, having somehow evaded Victor's secur
Jordan slammed his fist against the steering wheel of his car, a string of colorful curses flowing from his mouth like poetry. Three hours of chasing leads on Roberto Vega, and all he had to show for it was a split knuckle from punching a wall and a growing headache that pounded behind his eyes."Son of a motherless goat," he growled, rifling through his glove compartment for painkillers. "Three hours! Three fucking hours and nothing but dead ends and bullshit!"The little dive bar he'd just left had been promising—an old drinking spot Roberto used to frequent before his supposed "death." But the bartender claimed he hadn't seen Roberto in years, and Jordan believed him. The fear in the man's eyes had been too genuine to be fake.Jordan popped two pills dry, grimacing at the bitter taste. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for: Mickey "The Rat" Donahue. If anyone knew where to find someone who didn't want to be found, it was
Outside, Jordan sprinted to his motorcycle, cursing fluently as he strapped on his helmet. "A fucking extraction? At Xavier's?" he growled, gunning the engine. "What the hell are you playing at, Roberto?" The bike roared to life, tires squealing as he peeled out of the parking lot. He weaved through traffic recklessly, earning honks and gestures from other drivers that he cheerfully returned with his middle finger. "Every goddamn second matters," he muttered to himself, taking a corner so sharply his knee nearly scraped the pavement. "Victor's gonna flip his shit when he hears this." He pressed the Bluetooth button on his helmet. "Call Victor," he commanded. No answer. "Fuck!" Jordan yelled into his helmet, trying again with the same result. Either Victor wasn't answering or the signal was bad. As he approached Xavier's sprawling
Selena's vision blurred as Xavier's men dragged her back through the gardens. Her wrists ached from the tight grip, skin burning where rough hands dug into her flesh. Each step toward the mansion felt like a march to her execution, the grand house looming ahead like her executioner. "Mr. Alvarez is waiting in his study," one guard muttered to another. The words sent ice through her veins. She stumbled on the marble steps, but the guards yanked her upright, not slowing their pace. The beautiful day mocked her now—sunlight streaming through tall windows, illuminating the opulent interior that had been her and her son's prison for so long. And now, it might become her tomb. As they approached the heavy oak doors of Xavier's study, Selena closed her eyes briefly. Miguel's face flashed in her mind—his confusion as Roberto lifted him over the wall. Her son was free. Whatever happened now, she had accomplished that much. The doors swung open. Xavier stood at the window, his back to he
As Selena watched Santiago enter with his small black suitcase, she fought to control her breathing. Despite her resolve, her heart hammered against her ribs, the steady thump-thump betraying her outward calm. She kept her face impassive, repeating the same mantra in her mind: Miguel escaped. That's all that matters. Miguel escaped. Santiago placed the suitcase on Xavier's desk with practiced precision, the soft click of the latches unnaturally loud in the quiet room. He opened it slowly, methodically removing tools that gleamed under the study's lights—steel implements with specific, horrifying purposes. The arrangement was deliberate, theatrical even, designed to maximize terror before the first drop of blood was spilled. Xavier leaned against the doorpost, arms crossed over his chest, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he observed Selena's subtle reactions—the slight flaring of her nostrils, the barely perceptible tension in her shoulders. "You know, Selena," Xavier s
Victor sat alone in his study, the lights off, only the moon casting silver shadows across the room. Selena's diary lay open on his desk, her words like ghosts haunting the space between heartbeats.He reached for his glass of whiskey, but his hand shook so badly that it slipped from his fingers, shattering against the hardwood floor. Just like everything else in his life—broken, sharp, dangerous to touch.Five years of hatred. Five years of plotting revenge against Xavier, believing Selena had willingly betrayed him. All while she had been protecting their son, enduring God knows what horrors to keep Miguel safe."I didn't know," he whispered to the empty room, his voice cracking. "I didn't know."Something hot and wet slid down his cheek. Victor touched it, surprised. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. Not when his mother died. Not when he was sent to prison. Not even when he believed Selena had chosen his enemy over him.But now, alone in the dark, the tears came like
Miguel's question echoed in Victor's mind long after he'd tucked his son into bed. Don't you want Mommy to come home? The truth was, Victor didn't know what he wanted anymore. For five years, anger had been his compass, pointing him forward when nothing else could. But now that compass was spinning wildly, unable to find true north. The next morning, after checking on Miguel who was still sleeping with the gold locket clutched in his small fist, Victor found himself standing in the doorway of Selena's empty room. He hadn't been inside since she left. Hadn't wanted to. Now he stepped in, the door clicking shut behind him. The space still smelled faintly of her jasmine perfume. Victor ran his fingers along the dresser top, expecting dust, but the servants had kept the room cleaned. As if expecting her return. He opened a drawer, not sure what he was looking for. Empty. She had taken almost everything, leaving behind only what she had arrived with—nothing. In the closet, a s
The morning sun filtered through Miguel's curtains, painting warm shapes on his bedroom floor. His eyes fluttered open, small fists rubbing away sleep. For one peaceful moment, everything was normal.Then he remembered yesterday's adventure with Mommy. Her extra tight hugs. The way she kept touching his face like she was trying to remember every little part of him."Mommy?" he called, climbing out of bed.When no answer came, Miguel padded down the hallway in his dinosaur pajamas, his small feet silent against the marble floor. He pushed open the door to his mother's room.Empty.The bed was made, perfect and untouched. No clothes in the closet. No brush on the dresser. Nothing to show his mother had ever been there at all.A cold feeling spread through Miguel's chest. He ran to the kitchen, to the garden, to all their special places."Mommy?" His voice grew more frantic with each call.He found his father in the study, talking in a low voice with Gerald."Where's Mommy?" Miguel deman
Selena traced her finger along the small apartment's living room window. It wasn't much—two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, plain walls that needed painting. But it was hers. A place Xavier had never known about. A place Victor couldn't find.She signed the lease with shaking hands."You can move in next week," the landlord told her, handing over the keys.Next week. Seven days to say goodbye to her son.The drive back to Victor's mansion felt endless. Each mile bringing her closer to the hardest decision of her life. But there was no other way. Miguel needed peace. He needed his father. And Victor would never heal with her there, a constant reminder of betrayal and lost years.The next morning, Selena woke Miguel with kisses on his forehead."Let's have an adventure today, just you and me," she whispered.Miguel's sleepy eyes brightened. "What kind of adventure?""A special one. Our secret."She dressed him in his favorite blue shirt and packed a small backpack with snacks and his toy bear
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors. Maria sat beside Jordan's bed, her fingers gently wrapped around his limp hand. Four days had passed, and still he hadn't opened his eyes."You know," Maria whispered, thinking he couldn't hear her, "I never told you this, but that night in Barcelona... when you took that bullet for me?" She swallowed hard. "That's when I knew."She traced the outline of his bruised knuckles. "I've spent so long pushing people away. Especially you. God, I was so stupid."A tear slipped down her cheek. "Just wake up, Jordan. Wake up so I can tell you that I-""That you what?"Maria froze. Jordan's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but his eyes were open—those familiar blue eyes watching her with a hint of their usual mischief."You jerk!" Maria gasped, nearly knocking over her chair as she jumped up. "How long have you been awake?"Jordan's split lip curved into a painful smile. "Long enough to hear you being all mushy. Didn
Maria's fingers trembled as she held Jordan's limp hand. The steady beep of hospital machines filled the sterile room. She hadn't left his side in three days. "You idiot," she whispered, her thumb tracing circles on his bruised knuckles. "You just had to play the hero." Jordan lay still, his face swollen and discolored. Tubes ran into his arms. A breathing mask covered his nose and mouth. The doctors had been clear—his chances weren't good. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Severe dehydration. His body had finally given out the moment they'd reached safety. Maria closed her eyes, the memory washing over her again. That second kiss. The way his arms had wrapped around her, pulling her close like she was his anchor in a storm. Then his eyes rolling back, his body crumpling to the ground. "Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Not after everything." A knock on the door made her look up. Gerald stood there, his side bandaged beneath his shirt. "How's our boy?" he asked, moving slowly i
"No! Mommy! NO!"The scream tore through the quiet mansion, jolting Victor from sleep. He was moving before his mind fully registered what was happening, feet hitting the cold floor as he ran toward his son's room.Miguel was thrashing in bed, tears streaming down his small face, fighting some invisible enemy in his dreams."Miguel." Victor sat on the edge of the bed, gathering the boy into his arms. "Wake up, mijo. It's just a dream."Miguel's eyes flew open, wild with terror. For a moment, he didn't seem to recognize Victor."You're safe," Victor murmured, rubbing small circles on the boy's back. "No one can hurt you here."Miguel's small body was hot with fear, his heart racing against Victor's chest. "The bad men were taking Mommy away again," he whispered.Victor closed his eyes, feeling his son's pain like a physical thing. "Your mommy is safe too. She's just down the hall.""Can I see her?" Miguel pleaded, his voice small and lost.Victor hesitated. It was past midnight. The ru
The helicopter blades slowed as they landed at Victor's estate. The night had been long. Too long. Bodies had been cleaned up, loose ends tied, and wounds patched. Victor carried a sleeping Miguel in his arms, the boy's small head resting against his shoulder. Each breath from his son felt like a miracle—a child he hadn't known existed just weeks ago. Behind him, Selena limped up the marble steps of the mansion, her face still bearing the marks of Xavier's cruelty. Thomas helped her walk, his own shoulder bandaged where the bullet had torn through. "Put her in the east wing," Victor told Gerald without looking at Selena. "She'll have everything she needs there." Something flashed across Selena's face—pain, understanding, resignation. She said nothing as Gerald led her away, her eyes lingering on Miguel's sleeping form. Victor stood in the grand foyer, his son in his arms, watching her disappear down the hallway. The space between them felt like miles. --- Three days passed in st
The sudden patter of small footsteps made everyone freeze. A tiny figure appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.Miguel stood there clutching his teddy bear, Mr. Growls, to his chest. His small face crumpled at the sight before him—blood, guns, and the adults who were supposed to keep him safe all looking broken and desperate."Mommy?" His voice was small and scared when he noticed his mom being held at gunpoint.Selena's face drained of color. "Miguel! No!" she whispered.Xavier's attention snapped to the boy, his eyes lighting up with sudden calculation. The gun in his hand wavered, then slowly turned toward the child."Come here, boy," Xavier called, his voice honey-sweet despite the madness in his eyes.Victor noticed the shift, saw the way Xavier's body language changed. For all his cruelty, Xavier must have grown fond of the boy who had once called him uncle. It was there in the slight softening around his eyes, the hesitation in his trigger finger.Migue