The day was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan, where he was, and what we could do to get him back. Adrianne wouldn’t speak, no matter how much we tried to make her talk. Every minute without him was like a hole inside me.Then, Harrison walked into the room. He had a look on his face, like he had something important to say.“Emma,” he said, his voice calm but serious. “I have a plan.”I turned to him, my heart racing. “What plan?”“We need to make Adrianne talk,” Harrison said. “She won’t give us any information. But if we get her son, Luis, she will speak.”I blinked. “Luis? But he’s just a kid... Why do we need him?”Harrison walked closer. “Luis is spoiled. He’s important to her, and if we make her believe he’s in danger, she will talk. We need to make her think we have him.”I didn’t like the sound of it. “But we can’t hurt him. He’s just a teenager.”“No,” Harrison said quickly. “We won’t hurt him. We just need to make it look like we took
The house was eerily quiet. I sat in the living room, trying to distract myself, but my thoughts were consumed by the same thing: Ethan. Where was he? Was he okay? The guilt gnawed at me every moment. I had no idea where he was, and neither did Harrison. Adrianne had taken him, and now she refused to say where he was hidden.I couldn’t stand it. I needed to know where my son was. We had to get her to talk. And that’s where Harrison had his plan.Earlier that day, Harrison had left for the police station. He told me he was going to watch Adrianne crack under pressure. They had taken her into custody after the kidnapping, and Harrison believed that if she knew we had her son, she would have no choice but to give us the information we needed.It had been hours since he left, and I was growing anxious. The silence was unbearable. I couldn’t sit still, so I started pacing around the room. I kept thinking about Ethan, imagining all the horrible things that could be happening to him. My hand
The air inside the mansion was thick with tension. Harrison, Rachel, and I made our way through the long hallway, our footsteps echoing off the polished floors. My heart pounded in my chest. I was a mess inside, my thoughts racing in every direction. We had Luis, Adrianne’s son, and now we needed him to cooperate.Harrison had a plan, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The idea of using Luis like this—it didn’t sit right with me. But we had no choice. Adrianne wasn’t talking, and the clock was ticking. We needed to find Ethan.We stopped in front of the room where Luis was being held. The door was locked, and Rachel stepped forward, unlocking it with the key. Harrison motioned for us to be quiet, and the three of us entered the room.Luis was sitting on the bed, his eyes red from crying. He looked terrified, but there was something else there too hatred. He knew what we were capable of, and he wasn’t about to make it easy for us.“Luis,” Harrison said, his voice calm but firm. “We
The drive to the police station felt longer than it should have. My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding. I kept thinking of Ethan—my son—and where he could be. The thought of him being out there, alone and scared, made it harder to breathe.When we finally arrived at the police station, I followed Harrison and Rachel inside. I could feel my hands trembling as I gripped my purse. The weight of the situation was sinking in. We had come this far, but we still didn’t have Ethan. We needed answers, and the only way to get them now was from Adrianne.As we entered the station, I saw a policewoman standing by the door. She was tall, stern, and held a clipboard in her hands. I recognized her immediately Detective Lancey, the one who had been handling Ethan’s case from the start.“Detective Lancey,” Harrison said, his tone clipped and impatient. “Where is Adrianne?”“She’s in the interrogation room, waiting to speak with you,” Detective Lancey replied, her voice calm but serious. “She’s
The police cars parked in a line, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the old warehouse. Shadows danced across the cracked walls as we moved in, trying to keep our footsteps light. Harrison held my hand tightly, his jaw set and his eyes fixed on the doors ahead. My heart was pounding, each beat a reminder that Ethan was so close, yet still not safe.Detective Lancey led the team, her face focused and determined. She held a hand up, signaling for everyone to stop. We could hear voices coming from inside—Luca’s voice, harsh and cold, along with a faint whimper. My heart squeezed as I recognized it. Ethan. He was right there, trapped with Luca.Lancey looked at Harrison and me, her eyes serious. “Stay close, and let us handle this.”But as she pushed the door open, the scene inside stopped us in our tracks. Luca was standing just a few feet away, gripping a gun in his hand. Ethan was tied to a chair beside him, eyes wide and terrified. The gun was pointed directly at my son.
The drive back home felt different. After everything that had happened, the familiar sights through the car windows seemed brighter, almost as if the world itself had changed. Ethan sat beside me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine. His face was still pale, and his eyes held the shadows of what he’d been through, but I could see a faint smile trying to make its way onto his lips. I held him close, squeezing his hand gently, and he leaned into me, finding comfort in my touch.Harrison drove in silence, glancing in the rearview mirror every few seconds to check on us. There was a weight lifted from him as well. His shoulders, usually tense with responsibility, looked relaxed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t frowning. Beside him, Rachel sat with a look of pure relief on her face. She’d been with us through all of this, supporting us, and now, at last, she was able to relax, knowing Ethan was safe.When we finally pulled up to our home, the sense of rel
Harrison walked down the hallway toward the interrogation room, feeling the familiar tension and anticipation that always accompanied confrontations like these. But this time, it felt different. This wasn’t just about Luca’s betrayal or even the threats that had come from his brother; it was about unraveling the truth buried in their past—the truth that had defined the course of their lives in ways he was only beginning to understand. When he opened the door to the interrogation room, he found Luca sitting casually on the other side of the metal table, handcuffed but composed, as if he were just waiting for Harrison to come to him. As soon as Luca saw him, a wicked smile spread across his face, dark and mocking. “Well, well,” Luca drawled, his voice calm, almost taunting. “Finally decided to come and see me, did you, Harrison?” Harrison sat down across from him, his gaze unyielding. “I didn’t come here to listen to your games, Luca,” he replied, his tone firm. “I came here to unders
I watched as Harrison walked into the dimly lit cottage, the familiar scent of my favorite candles filling the air. I was curled up on the couch with our son, and seeing him brought a small smile to his lips. I looked up, searching his face, seeing the weight of a long day etched there. As he came closer, I could feel the tension in him slowly melting away. "Hey," I said softly, trying to comfort him. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, his touch desperate and intense. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his warmth and the strength I craved. The day’s troubles started to fade away as he carried me to the bedroom, our kisses growing deeper, our breaths ragged. A warmth began to build within me, a strong pull I couldn’t ignore. I wanted him, needed him, and I didn’t care about anything else. Breaking our kiss, I whispered, "Harrison, what are you doing?" "I
The day had finally arrived. The morning sun poured through the windows, casting a warm golden glow over the house. Harrison stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his suit. His hands were steady, but his heart raced with excitement. Today was the day he would marry Emma, the woman who had brought light back into his life after so much darkness.He could hardly believe it. After everything they had gone through, after the pain, the uncertainty, and the fear, they had come this far. Now, they were about to start a new chapter together, one filled with love, happiness, and hope.Harrison looked at his reflection one last time, straightening his tie before walking out of the room. Downstairs, he could hear the soft murmur of voices. Rachel and Ethan were already there, helping with the final preparations. Emma was getting ready, and Harrison couldn’t wait to see her, to see the woman he would call his wife.He walked into the living room where Rachel and Ethan were waiting
Harrison slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft warmth of the bed around him. But as he turned to his side, he noticed something was missing. Emma wasn’t there. His heart skipped a beat. Where could she be? He rubbed his eyes and sat up, glancing around the room. She wasn’t on the other side of the bed, and the house felt unusually quiet. His mind raced as he pushed the covers off and got out of bed. Maybe she was in the sitting room or downstairs. He quickly walked out of the room, his steps light, as he looked for her. As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear voices coming from the sitting room. It sounded like Emma, Rachel, and Ethan. Harrison’s heart lifted a little at the sound of their voices. He smiled to himself, glad they were all together. It meant everything was okay. When he reached the sitting room, he stopped in the doorway. There, sitting together on the couch, were Emma, Rachel, Ethan, and the maid who had been helping with Ethan. They were all talking an
Morning light crept into the room, soft and warm. Emma slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of Harrison’s arm around her. He was still sleeping, his breathing slow and steady. She smiled, her heart full of warmth. She had never felt this peaceful before. His presence beside her made everything feel right. But she didn’t want to wake him. He needed his rest. Carefully, she slid out of the bed, being as quiet as possible. The cold air of the room made her shiver slightly, but the memory of last night kept her warm. She tiptoed out of the room and into the sitting room, not wanting to disturb him further. Once she reached the sitting room, Emma let out a sigh of relief. It felt like her own space, a place where she could just think and breathe. She reached for the remote and switched on the TV, hoping for some distraction. The soft buzz of the screen came to life, but she didn’t expect what came next. The news anchor’s voice echoed through the room. “Breaking news: Mr. Blackwood
The door clicked shut softly behind us as Harrison and I entered our room. The house was quiet, but the thought of everything that had happened still hung in the air. The past days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, in this moment, there was just the two of us. I walked towards the bed, my heart racing as I thought about everything we had been through. But before I could sit down, I felt Harrison’s presence behind me. I turned slowly, meeting his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel the tension building between us. Without warning, he stepped forward, his hands reaching for me. My heart raced as he gently pulled me into his arms. The warmth of his body surrounded me, and for a moment, I let myself relax, feeling the safety and comfort he always gave me. But then, the moment shifted. Harrison’s hands moved to my waist, his touch firmer now, sending a ripple o
The moment we stepped through the door, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally home. It felt like a lifetime since I had last walked through this threshold, but there was something different about this time. It wasn’t just the physical space—it was the change in the air, the way everything seemed just a little bit lighter, a little less heavy. It wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but it was a step in the right direction. I didn’t even have time to fully take in the warmth of the house before my feet were moving toward Ethan’s room. My heart had been heavy with worry ever since I’d heard about the accident. It was like I couldn’t breathe until I knew he was okay. I pushed open the door quietly, my eyes immediately searching for my son. Ethan lay in his crib, surrounded by the soft glow of the nightlight, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest telling me that he was peacefully asleep. Relief filled me, but it was bittersweet. I stepped closer, careful not to disturb him. T
The atmosphere in the hospital room was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the soft beeping of machines, the only sound breaking the silence. Rachel sat in the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Luca, especially after everything he had done. But deep down, she hoped that, at the very least, he had changed. Luca stood by the door, his hands clenched tightly by his sides. His face was weary, eyes downcast, as if he was afraid to look anyone in the eye. He had been through so much, but nothing felt as heavy as what he had done to Rachel. He had hurt her, destroyed her family’s trust, and pushed her to the edge. The weight of his actions had followed him every day since, and now he had come to this moment to face the consequences. Harrison stood beside Luca, his presence offering quiet support. He hadn’t said much on the drive over, but Harrison knew this was importan
the morning sun filled the room with a soft glow. Harrison looked at his brother, Luca. They had done something huge together, something that took all their strength. After everything they’d been through, he didn’t want to keep holding on to their old fights. “Luca,” Harrison said quietly, “I think it’s time we put all this behind us. There’s no point in fighting anymore. We’re brothers. We should stick together.” Before Harrison could say more, Luca spoke up. His voice was low, and there was a sadness in his eyes. “No, Harrison. I need to say something first. I’m sorry.” Harrison was surprised, so he stayed quiet, listening. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, Emma, and Rachel,” Luca continued, looking down. “I let my hunger for power control me. I thought I was doing it for us, for the family, but it was just my pride. I was wrong.” Harrison could see Luca’s regret. This was the apology he had waited for, but now that it was here, it felt strange. He felt a mix of rel
Back at Harrison’s apartment, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Harrison moved quietly, his mind still reeling from everything they’d gone through. He and Luca hadn’t spoken much on the way over; both were too lost in their own thoughts, each weighed down by the magnitude of what they were about to do. They were about to open a drive that held the only real chance they had to stop Mr. Blackwood—one of the most dangerous men they’d ever crossed paths with. Harrison took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he plugged the USB drive into his laptop. His hands were trembling slightly. The weight of what they were about to witness filled him with a mix of dread and resolve. He knew they needed this evidence, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that whatever was on this drive had cost lives—especially the life of Rachel’s sister, a wound that still hadn’t healed. Luca sat beside him, watching Harrison with a calm and focused expression. But Harrison knew his brother well enough to s
The drive to the hospital was tense and silent. Harrison focused on the road, replaying his approach to Rachel in his mind. He knew she’d be furious seeing Luca, but he also knew they needed her help. Beside him, Luca looked calm, but Harrison sensed his brother’s mind working just as intensely, planning his next steps. When they reached the hospital, Harrison paused outside Rachel’s door, taking a steadying breath. He wasn’t sure how Rachel would react, especially with Luca here. But there was no choice—they needed that USB drive, and time was running out. Pushing open the door quietly, he found Rachel asleep, her breathing soft and steady. The sight of her lying there, still and peaceful, stirred a wave of guilt in Harrison. She’d already sacrificed so much for them. Emma, who had been sitting quietly by Rachel’s bedside, looked up as they entered. She quickly moved over to Rachel and gently shook her shoulder. “Rachel, wake up,” Emma whispered, glancing warily at Luca. Rachel st