The explosion's aftermath left a ringing in my ears. Thiago’s hand never left mine as we sprinted through the crumbling hallways of Victor’s estate. Shouts and gunfire echoed around us, but Victor’s words—He wants Bridgette—were louder than anything else.“What does he mean, Thiago?” I demanded, my voice shaking as I struggled to keep up. “Why would Elijah want me?”Thiago didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched, and his eyes scanned every shadow, every corner, as if Elijah himself could emerge at any moment.“It doesn’t matter,” he finally said, his tone clipped. “I’m not letting him touch you.”The determination in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t enough to quench my growing fear.Raven’s voice crackled over the comms. “Thiago, we’ve got two SUVs outside, ready to extract. We need to move now.”“Copy,” he replied, his grip tightening on my hand as he pulled me toward the exit.As we burst through the estate’s main doors, the night was ablaze with chaos. Raven
Before anyone could react, one of Thiago’s men—someone I’d trusted—moved. He turned his gun on Thiago, the sharp sound of the safety clicking off echoing in the tense air.“What are you doing, Ramirez?” Thiago growled, his eyes narrowing.Ramirez hesitated, his face conflicted. “It’s not personal, boss. Elijah… he made an offer I couldn’t refuse.”Thiago’s expression darkened. “You just signed your death warrant.”Ramirez’s gun wavered slightly, but Elijah’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough of this.” He gestured toward me. “Bring her to me.”Raven moved instantly, stepping in front of me, her weapon raised. Thiago lunged at Ramirez, disarming him in one swift motion before using the man as a human shield. Chaos erupted as shots rang out, the confined space turning into a battlefield.Thiago was a blur of movement, taking down one man after another with ruthless efficiency. Raven’s aim was deadly, but the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed us.“Bridgette!” Thiago shouted, his vo
The safehouse buzzed with urgent energy as Thiago’s men prepared for war. Weapons were cleaned, maps unfurled, and strategies whispered in low tones. Yet amidst the chaos, Thiago stood apart, silent and brooding, the crumpled photograph still clenched in his fist.Raven approached cautiously, holding a headset. “We’ve intercepted chatter. Elijah’s team is on the move. They’re transporting something—or someone—to a secondary location.”Thiago’s jaw tightened. “Where?”“Industrial docks. West side,” she replied. “But the security is heavy, Thiago. This isn’t just a rescue mission—it’s a trap.”“I don’t care.” His voice was like ice. “They took Bridgette. I’m not waiting for them to make their next move.”Raven hesitated, her brow furrowing. “You’re running on emotion. That’s dangerous. Think this through—”“I am thinking,” Thiago snapped, his eyes blazing. “They want me distracted, weakened. They think I’ll hesitate because of her. But they don’t know Bridgette—she’s stronger than they
Thiago moved with the precision of a predator, his men flanking him as they closed in on the shipping containers. The air was thick with smoke, the sharp tang of gunpowder biting at his senses. Every step brought him closer to Bridgette—and to Elijah, the man who had dared to take her.Through the chaos, his focus remained unbroken, his thoughts a constant loop: She’s alive. I’ll get to her. I won’t fail her again.Raven’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Thiago, we’ve spotted movement near the north perimeter. Looks like they’re relocating someone—probably her.”“On it,” Thiago replied, signaling his team to shift course.The weight of the detonator in Elijah’s hand felt oppressive, each step he took tightening the invisible leash around my neck. My mind raced as I searched for an opening, a way to warn Thiago without triggering Elijah’s wrath.We stopped near a black SUV parked at the edge of the docks. Elijah’s guards surrounded us, their weapons trained on every shadow. The tensio
The cold glow of the timer on the tablet seemed to cast a shadow over the entire room. My knees weakened, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. The numbers ticked down relentlessly, each second a hammer driving the nail of panic deeper into my chest.00:59:58.Raven’s voice cut through the haze. “We don’t have time to freeze up, Bridgette. We need a plan.”Thiago, still groggy but regaining his composure, sat up on the cot, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. “Sebastian doesn’t play games without an ace up his sleeve. He knows you’ll come for your father.”“I have to,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute. “This isn’t negotiable.”Thiago reached for my hand, his grip warm and firm despite the strain etched across his face. “Then we make sure it’s not a suicide mission.”Raven began pacing, her mind visibly racing. “He’ll expect you to come alone. If you don’t, he’ll kill your father. But if you do, he’ll still have the upper hand. We need to turn the tabl
The safehouse felt like a cage. The air was thick with tension, every creak and groan of the old building amplified in the silence. Thiago was relentless, his mind working overtime as he barked orders into his phone and coordinated with his team. Raven, though bruised and battered, insisted on joining the strategy discussions, while I stood in the corner, my thoughts swirling.Sebastian’s message wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise. And I knew he would make good on it.The knock on the door shattered the tense quiet. Raven and Thiago exchanged wary glances, both reaching for their weapons. I moved behind them, my pulse quickening as Thiago approached the door.“Who is it?” he called, his voice sharp.“It’s me. Marcus,” came the muffled reply.Thiago hesitated, glancing at Raven, who nodded. He unlocked the door, revealing Marcus standing in the dim hallway. He looked disheveled, his suit wrinkled and a faint cut on his cheek.“Marcus?” I asked, stepping forward. “What happened?”He
Raven pulled the van into a nondescript parking garage, shutting off the engine. The sudden silence was deafening.“Why are we stopping?” I demanded, my voice shaking.“Because we need help,” Raven replied, her eyes scanning the shadows.A figure emerged from the darkness—a tall, lean man with a scar running down his cheek. His presence was commanding, his sharp eyes taking in the van and its occupants with practiced ease.“Gabriel,” Raven greeted him with a nod.“You’re late,” he replied, his voice smooth and calm. His gaze shifted to me, lingering for a moment before turning back to Raven. “And you
The tunnel was suffocatingly narrow, the air thick with smoke and the echoes of Sebastian’s laughter still reverberating behind us. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of exhaustion and adrenaline threatening to buckle my knees. Thiago’s grip on my hand was firm, grounding me amidst the chaos.“Keep moving,” he urged, his voice a sharp command that left no room for hesitation.Gabriel led the way, his flashlight cutting through the murkiness of the passage. The flickering light painted ominous shadows on the walls, and every sound—every drip of water or distant creak—felt like an approaching threat.“Where does this lead?” I asked, my voice trembling.“To an access point near the docks,” Gabriel replied without turning around. “If Sebastian hasn’t already blocked it.”I swallowed hard, dread coiling in my stomach. The explosions, the relentless pursuit—it all felt too orchestrated, too perfect.“This is a trap,” I whispered, glancing back at Thiago.His jaw tightened. “Ma
The old pier stretched before me, silent except for the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the wooden posts. A single lamplight flickered above, casting long shadows across the damp planks. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, my breath visible in the night air.I checked my phone again. Midnight. I was a few minutes early, but whoever had sent the message wasn’t here yet.Or maybe they were watching.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms, not just against the cold, but against the gnawing uncertainty clawing at my insides. This could be a trap. Thiago could have sent the message, luring me here to force a conversation I wasn’t ready for. Or worse—someone else, someone more dangerous, could be behind it.I turned, about to leave, when I heard footsteps. Slow. Measured.I spun back, my pulse skyrocketing as a shadow emerged from the darkness.It wasn’t Thiago.Victor.His sharp features were cast in half-light, his expression unreadable as he stepped towar
Thiago kissed me like he was trying to brand himself into my soul—like he could erase every doubt, every betrayal, with the heat of his mouth.And for a moment, I let him.For a moment, I kissed him back, gripping his shirt like it could anchor me to something real.But reality crashed in just as fast.I shoved him away, breathless, my lips still tingling from the force of him.His chest rose and fell, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a heat that burned straight through me.“No,” I said, voice hoarse.Thiago’s jaw tightened. “Bridgette—”“No,” I repeated, stepping back. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to lie to me, manipulate me, and then kiss me like I’m supposed to forget everything.”His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I wasn’t lying to you.”“Really?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then why do I feel like I just walked into a trap?”Thiago exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”I crossed my arms.
I forced myself to meet Santiago’s gaze, schooling my expression into something unreadable. If he was here, breaking into my penthouse in the middle of the night, it wasn’t just to chat.He wants something.I wasn’t going to give it to him.“You have about ten seconds to explain why you’re here before I call security,” I said, gripping the wine bottle so tightly my knuckles ached.Santiago smirked, the kind of lazy, self-assured grin that made my stomach twist. He took a slow step forward, completely unfazed by my threat. “Security?” he mused. “Mmm… You could call them. But we both know they won’t get here in time, mi amor.”His voice was smooth, practiced, laced with the kind of confidence that came from knowing he held all the cards.I refused to let him see the flicker of unease tightening in my chest.“I don’t have time for games, Santiago.”“I know,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”In one fluid motion, he reached inside his suit jacket. I
His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if he was savoring every second of my surrender. I should have pushed him away. I should have turned and walked out of this penthouse, out of his life, like I swore I would.But the second his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, every ounce of resistance melted away.Thiago knew my body too well. He knew exactly how to unravel me with a single touch, how to make me forget logic and consequences. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless.I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—”His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.”He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?”That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise
The hallway felt too small, too suffocating with both men standing there—Victor rigid with frustration, Thiago exuding that quiet, commanding presence that had always been my undoing.I should tell him to leave. I should push past this moment and pretend my heart wasn’t beating too fast, that I wasn’t already losing this battle.But I didn’t.Instead, I met Thiago’s gaze head-on. “What do you want?”He tilted his head slightly, studying me, before stepping closer. Too close. The scent of him—expensive cologne, faint whiskey, something distinctly him—wrapped around me like a noose.Victor shifted beside me, his tension palpable. “You’re wasting your time, Bermudez. She’s done with whatever game you’re playing.”Thiago let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “That so?” His fingers twitched at his side, like he was resisting the urge to touch me. “Because she hasn’t told me to leave yet.”Damn him.Victor exhaled sharply. “Bridgette.” His voice was low, a warning.I swallow
The silence stretched between us, thick with words left unsaid. Victor's gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if he could will me into understanding the danger I was walking into. Maybe he could see the fracture lines forming beneath my skin, the way I was slowly unraveling under the weight of my own choices.But what choice did I have? Thiago was a shadow I couldn’t outrun. No matter how far I went, how fiercely I tried to carve out a life separate from him, he was always there. And worst of all, some part of me still wanted him to be.I exhaled sharply, shoving past Victor toward the kitchen, needing space—needing something to ground me before I lost myself completely in this never-ending push and pull. I reached for the half-empty wine bottle on the counter and poured myself a glass. My hand trembled slightly as I took a sip, the bitter liquid burning down my throat.Victor followed but didn’t say anything right away. He just leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest,
The silence between Victor and me stretched, taut and suffocating. He watched me like I was a puzzle he had almost solved but was too frustrated to finish.“Bridge,” he finally said, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to do this alone. You know that, right?”I swallowed against the lump in my throat. Victor had always been my safety net, the one person who saw the mess I was and still chose to stand by me. But even he couldn’t save me from myself.I turned away, rubbing my arms as though that could shake off the cold creeping into my bones. “I’m tired, Vic. Can we just—can we not do this tonight?”His eyes darkened, but he nodded once, reluctant. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him. I waited, standing frozen in place until I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Then, with a shaky breath, I turned and pressed my forehead against the door, letting my eyes close.Not five minutes later, my phone vibrated on the counter.I didn’t wan
The weight of Lucia’s words lingered long after she was gone, settling over me like an unwelcome shroud. The air in my apartment felt heavier, thick with the ghost of Thiago’s presence.I set the wine glass down with a soft clink, pressing my fingers against my temples. My head throbbed, not from the alcohol but from the war waging inside me. Thiago was a storm—unrelenting, consuming, and I was the fool who kept stepping into the rain without an umbrella.I forced myself to move, needing to shake off the static thrumming in my veins. One step, then another, until I was standing before my bedroom mirror. The woman staring back at me looked like a stranger. There was defiance in her eyes, yes, but beneath it, something else lurked—uncertainty.My gaze dropped to the ring, still snug on my finger. I could almost feel the phantom trace of Thiago’s touch lingering there. My hands curled into fists. I should take it off. I should have done it the second he walked out that door.With a sharp
The elevator ride to my apartment was silent except for the dull hum of the machinery. My fingers hovered over the ring on my hand, debating whether to rip it off before I stepped through the door. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I stepped out into the hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor, my pulse a steady drumbeat in my ears. As I neared my door, a whisper of hesitation curled in my chest, but I ignored it. My fingers trembled only slightly as I unlocked the door and stepped inside.The lights were already on.I froze.And then…“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”Thiago’s voice curled through the space, rich and smooth, wrapping around me like a silk noose. He was there, lounging in my living room like he belonged. A bottle of wine sat open on the table, two glasses half-poured. Like he’d planned for this. Like he knew I’d come.My breath stuttered. “You broke into my apartment.”Thiago smirked, tilting his head. “Now, now, wifey. You gave me a key, reme