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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Thiago’s boat cabin, casting soft golden streaks across our bare skin. His arm was draped lazily over my waist, his breath slow and warm against the back of my neck. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without weight in my chest. Just peace. Just him.I shifted slightly, and his grip tightened, pulling me closer with a sleepy groan.“You’re not sneaking away from me again, are you?” His voice was gravelly from sleep, intimate in a way that sent a ripple down my spine.I smiled. “No. Not anymore.”Thiago pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and the gesture was so tender, so unlike the hard edges of our past, that it made my throat tighten. He pulled me onto my back and hovered over me, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every curve, every line etched by tears and time.“I missed you, Damsel,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Every day. Even when I was too proud to admit it.”I cupped his
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The next morning, I woke before the sun had fully risen. A soft breeze danced through the cabin, lifting the sheer curtain like a whisper. I blinked, feeling Thiago's arm still slung around my waist, heavy and warm. Everything about him felt real now—no longer a dream I feared waking from, but a man I had chosen to love, day after day.I carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on his hoodie and stepping out onto the deck. The sea stretched endlessly before me, painted in strokes of indigo and gold. I wrapped my arms around myself, breathing in the salt air, letting it fill the quiet spaces inside me.I didn’t hear him come up behind me, but I felt him—his presence, solid and grounding."You always run toward the water when you’re thinking too much," he murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind.I leaned into him. “And you always follow.”His chin rested on my shoulder. “Always.”It could have been a peaceful morning, one filled with stolen kisses and quiet laughter—but fate, as
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Angela woke up screaming.It was just after three in the morning. Her voice cracked through the silence like glass breaking, raw and sharp. I bolted upright from the couch, where I’d crashed with a blanket draped over me. Thiago was already standing, alert and focused, as Riley rushed into the room.She was sitting up in bed, soaked in sweat, eyes wide and unfocused, hands trembling.Riley took her hand. “Angela, it’s me. You’re safe.”She looked around like she didn’t recognize us—like the panic was still clinging to her ribs.I stepped forward slowly, hands raised slightly. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”She blinked rapidly, and for a moment, I thought she’d break down again—but then she exhaled, a slow and shaky release, and collapsed back against the pillows.“I saw him,” she whispered. “In the dream. I saw him again.”“Who?” I asked.Her lips moved around the name like it hurt to say. “Dante.”Something passed between Thiago and Riley—recognition.“You said he was gone,” Riley
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You’d think after surviving a gunpoint rescue mission and uncovering an international trafficking ring, I’d get, I don’t know… a week off?Nope.Instead, I was back in designer heels, strutting across the marble floor of the Valmont Gallery like I wasn’t still processing the fact that I’d watched a man get tackled onto a yacht deck three nights ago. The spring exhibit was tonight—the one I’d planned with Victor before Thiago whisked me off to a tropical hellscape of danger and questionable contract clauses.Lucia met me at the entrance in a structured navy jumpsuit that screamed “executive brilliance.”“You look alive,” she said. “Barely, but I’ll take it.”“Thanks, babe. That’s the look I was going for—walking trauma with a highlight.”She handed me a glass of champagne and didn’t ask about what happened in the Maldives. That’s why I loved her.Victor was already inside, schmoozing with board members and high-profile guests. The exhibit was buzzing—glass clinks, curated laughter, the
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“Bridgette,” Thiago warned, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t move.”I didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when Dante Santoro held that thing in his hand—something that looked like a weapon disguised as a piece of avant-garde tech.“It’s not what you think,” Dante said, stepping around the shattered sculpture pedestal. “But it is dangerous in the wrong hands.”“You are the wrong hands,” I shot back, even though my throat was dry. “You faked your arrest. You let your men burn half the Santoro estate. You disappeared.”He shrugged. “Because they were coming for me. The same people who came for your father.”Thiago’s jaw flexed. “You mean the same people you worked for?”“Worked,” Dante corrected. “Past tense. I was the middleman until I realized they were ready to cut out the middle entirely.”I was shaking—part rage, part adrenaline. “You’re a liar.”“Maybe.” He met my eyes, and I hated how calm he looked. “But I didn’t lie about you.”Thiago moved in front of me slightly, subtle but firm.“I’m not l
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The private jet touched down just after midnight, its wheels kissing the Miami tarmac like a whispered warning.I hadn’t seen this city in years. Not since the funeral.Back then, the air had been thick with grief. Now?It smelled like danger.Thiago’s hand rested on the small of my back as we stepped onto the runway. He was quiet. Controlled. But I could feel the storm behind his eyes.“Security’s already in place,” he said. “The safehouse is prepped.”“I don’t want a cage,” I muttered, my heels clicking across the pavement. “I want answers.”“You’ll get both.”He wasn’t lying.The “safehouse” turned out to be a sleek glass fortress on the edge of Biscayne Bay—one of Thiago’s private properties. The kind you don’t list. The kind you don’t find unless you’re meant to.Inside, everything screamed clean lines and calculated power. Except the silence.Too quiet.Until Lucia stepped out from the shadows.“You’re late,” she said, sipping a blood-orange mimosa like it wasn’t nearly 2 A.M.“
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By the time we got back to the city, dusk was bleeding into the skyline. Miami looked deceptively calm from above—the ocean lit up with gold reflections, the breeze humming through the palms like a lullaby for liars.Thiago was quiet beside me, scrolling through the encrypted files we recovered from the vault. Lucia and Marcus were already setting up a secure dropbox, but Thiago had found something else—something personal.Victor Rivas had invited me to a private dinner.At our resort.The same place we launched the Bermudez project.“I’m going,” I said flatly as I read the invitation on my phone.Thiago didn’t even lift his gaze. “You’re not going alone.”“I figured,” I muttered. “But he won’t talk if you show up with guns and fury. He’s expecting me. Not us.”“He’s expecting you to be the scared daughter,” Thiago said, his eyes finally meeting mine. “But you’re not. Not anymore.”Lucia appeared in the doorway, heels off, gun holstered, expression sharp. “I’ll have eyes on the floor.
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The elevator hummed downward, the red glow of the emergency lights painting everything in blood hues. Victor slumped in the corner, breathing heavily, his white dress shirt soaked with sweat—and possibly someone else's blood.Lucia’s voice crackled in my earpiece.“Bridgette, confirmation: Coral Tower’s lower levels haven’t been accessed in years. I’m sending Marcus with backup, but you’ll get there first.”“Copy,” I whispered.Victor looked at me. “You’re really going through with this.”“I didn’t drag you into the fire to play tour guide,” I snapped. “You’re leading me to that vault.”He coughed out a bitter laugh. “You’re just like your father.”“No,” I said, coldly. “He died protecting secrets. I’m here to burn them down.”When the elevator doors opened, we stepped into a long-forgotten part of Miami. Cracked tiles. Rusted metal gates. And silence that hummed with buried sins. Coral Tower had been built atop one of the first subway expansions—abandoned before it ever saw passenger
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The days that followed felt like a slow, meticulous countdown. The taste of victory was still fresh, but the knowledge that the war was far from over lingered in the back of my mind. Leah was not one to surrender easily, and I knew she'd find another way to fight back. But for now, the cards were in our hands.Thiago had been unusually quiet since the meeting, his focus sharp, but there was an intensity in his eyes that I couldn’t shake off. As if he was preparing for something I couldn’t yet see.I sat across from him one evening in the penthouse, papers scattered in front of me, but my thoughts were far from the numbers on the page. My mind kept wandering to Leah—how she had looked at me when she left the room, her smile not one of defeat, but of patience, like she was biding her time. That worried me more than any immediate retaliation.Thiago leaned forward, breaking my thoughts. "You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?"I met his gaze, not surprised that he had read me so easily.
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By noon, I couldn’t pretend the walls weren’t closing in.The silence after Leah’s visit wasn't the kind that gave you peace—it was the kind that echoed. Every word she’d said, every warning she dripped like poison, kept looping in my mind like a cursed song I couldn’t turn off.Thiago was mine long before you walked into his life.You’re carrying a weapon.I stood in the shower longer than necessary, letting the water scald away the chill that had crept beneath my skin. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t rinse her off me.When I stepped out, I found Thiago waiting.He didn’t knock. He just stood there in the doorway, sleeves rolled, tie gone, shirt clinging to him like armor that no longer fit.“You’ve been quiet,” he said.“So have you.”He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him like he was sealing us off from the world.“You want to yell at me?” he asked. “Do it. I can take it.”I didn’t yell. I dried my hands on a towel, then looked at him square in the eyes.“Was
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The next few hours felt like I was walking through a fog, each step heavy with the weight of what was at stake. The note had shaken me more than I cared to admit, but it was also a wake-up call. I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. Not now.I grabbed my phone, dialed Marcus’s number, and pressed it to my ear. The ringing felt like an eternity.“Bridgette,” he answered, voice smooth, like he hadn’t just been part of the most volatile corporate environment I’d ever been in.“Marcus,” I said, keeping my tone level. “I need to know if you’ve had anything to do with the leak.”There was a long pause, longer than I expected.“Bridgette, you know I don’t get involved in... sensationalist games. That’s not my style,” he replied. The casualness of his words didn’t sit right.“I’m not asking about style. I’m asking about leaks.” I pressed, my voice tightening. “You had access to sensitive information, and I need to know if you gave it to anyone.”There was another beat of silence before Marcus spo
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[BRIDGETTE'S POV]The sound of Thiago’s breathing lulled me. Slow. Steady. Unshaken.I hated that.How could he lie there like he wasn’t on the edge of something catastrophic? Like our whole reality hadn’t shifted the second I handed him that test?Maybe it had always been this way—me unraveling in silence while he anchored us with that dangerous, deliberate calm.I lifted my head slightly, just enough to watch him sleep. His face looked younger like this. Less ruthless. The weight of control he always carried had slipped off, if only for the night.I should’ve felt safer. I didn’t.I felt... seen.And being seen terrified me more than the test ever could.I slipped out of bed before dawn, dragging the blanket with me like armor. My feet found the cold marble of the penthouse floor, but I didn’t flinch.I needed space.Not to run—Just to breathe.The bathroom lights were too harsh, so I settled on the balcony. The city was just waking up. Lights blinking to life like a million eyes f
