ARI’s POVCold rage spun through me at the sight I was witnessing.I'd just gone to the restroom for a break. It had been less than 10 freaking minutes since I left.Yet now, Jonathan, my boyfriend, was openly flirting with the waitress on our seat, ogling her while she accepted his advances.He was cheating on me so openly, and on my birthday dinner no less.I'd seen the flirtatious messages on his phone on occasion, heard his apologies time and time again, but this?This was the last straw. I was done.I strutted back to the table, receiving their startled looks. Jonathan looked stricken as if he'd forgotten I existed.“Baby-” I cut him off before he could say anything more. Staring at the number on the napkin, no doubt from the blonde waitress a bitter smirk crawled up my lips.“We're done.” I snapped. Grabbing my purse I stormed out of the restaurant, meeting the cold evening air.I didn't bother carrying a car here because he was driving me. Now I was left to walk the streets alo
ARI’s POVAs I rushed to my home, to change, the aches followed me. Heat rushed to my cheeks knowing the reason why.The memories of last night were fuzzy, but not gone. I was in control of my actions. The pleasure and aches that swam around me back then was something I'd never felt before.I shook my head frantically. I couldn't think about that right now. Not when there was something important going on.I quickly got dressed in my gear before leaving home. Terra Street wasn't too far from where I was and I wasted no time in getting there.The moment I was near I could already hear the gunshots from a distance.I moved into action, managing to tackle one of the thugs from behind and knock him out before anyone could notice. Sneaking in through the other side, I shot at them from behind, fighting the ones that came near before knocking them out. Any pains from before were numb as adrenaline pumped through me.By the time the rest of the team spotted me, I managed to take down a few o
ARI’s POVShocked was an understatement as I gaped at the man from last night.He looked calm and collected, like it was normal to be here. It made irritation and questions rise, the most visible one being;What was he doing here?His gaze seemed to rove over me before his lips quirked up into a smug looking smirk. It was like a kick to reality.Had I been staring this whole time?My heart hammered in my chest as I turned away. Maybe I'd gone far enough for today.“Going somewhere?” he said, stopping me before I could leave.I clenched my jaw defensively.“What are you doing here?” I demanded,“Is it a crime to relax in a back alley?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Irritation crawled up my veins.“It does when it involves stalking.” I said.Instead he leaned in, a smile on his face.“Very presumptuous of you…Detective,” he purred. A shiver ran through me at his words.“Maybe it's a coincidence that we met again. Maybe I am a stalker. Maybe I've gone crazy after the night we had.”A gas
ARI’S POV“You again?” I spoke incredulously, my heart hammering in shock.Once could have simply been a coincidence, but meeting him twice?“Hey, wait-”Uncaring of everything else, I tore my hand away from him and brought out my gun.“What the hell do you want from me?” I stood on guard.It would have been better if he'd gotten angry but all he did was chuckle.“I don't think such drastic measures are necessary cara,” he said. Again that word. I had taken basic Italian lessons to know what that meant.Darling.And the way it rolled off his tongue…‘No.’I couldn't lose my guard, no matter how attractive this man was, this was bordering on stalking.“Not when you've been stalking me.” I spat out.“Would you believe me if I really did say that I found your location through legal means?” he said, stepping forward.I backed away, still on guard as he pulled out something from his pocket.“You left this at the hotel.” he said,I looked down cautiously to find my office ID card. I'd never
ARI’s POVNever would I have imagined that one day I would end up in a situation like this.My gaze narrowed to the third one in view, the same man I recognized.Joe Kanner, one of the perps who had escaped my custody, punching and spitting on me before leaving.‘Karma is a bitch now,’I took one last look at the Stranger. He was propped on the other car end, gun raised.The moment we made eye contact I felt a synergy between us. It was an unspoken contact.I nodded in a silent signal before turning back.It was time.I stepped out of the other door of the car and didn't hesitate to start shooting.I was good at close combat but my best feature? My aim.Without hesitation I shot at everyone in my vicinity, starting with the man from before first along with two others.The other half scattered and tried to shoot, leaving me to run and duck down against the nearest building to avoid it. Another gunshot followed by the sight of Cross told me he'd taken another one down.‘Five more to go
ARI’s POVMy hands trembled as the weight of the truth crashed down on me. The Stranger—the man I had kissed, trusted, and even helped—was Cross Margiello. The infamous Mafia Don who had evaded the police for years. My stomach churned as I remembered his warm smile, his teasing words, and the trust he claimed to have in me.How could I have been so blind?“Ari, are you okay?” Gina asked, touching my arm lightly. Her voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.“Y-yeah,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. I forced a weak smile, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t let anyone know what I had done. Not yet. I needed time to think, to process everything.Gina’s eyes narrowed. “You look pale. Are you sure you’re alright?”“I just... I think I left something important at home,” I said quickly, grasping at the first excuse that came to mind. “I need to go back and grab it.”Her brows furrowed. “Now? Ari, this is huge! We’ve been chasing Cross for years, and you’re leaving?”I nodded, keep
ARI’s POV The apartment was silent except for the occasional creak of wood or the faint hum of the fridge. After the day I had, all I wanted was peace. Yet, my mind was a storm. Cross. The mafia don. The man I’d kissed. The man I had trusted—even for a moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands on me, his lips, his voice. Every word he said earlier now felt like a riddle. How could I be so blind? I’d been trained to recognize danger, yet here I was, entangled with the most dangerous man in the city. I paced my small living room, biting my nails. My ID sat on the coffee table, mocking me. I needed sleep, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I collapsed onto my bed. **************************************************** The room was pitch-black when I woke up, but something felt off. The weight. It was suffocating. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and panic gripped me as I realized there were arms wrapped around me. Strong, unyielding arms. I
ARI’s POVThe weight of him kept me pinned to the bed. My breaths were shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes bore into mine like he could see every thought running through my head.“Relax, cara,” Cross whispered, his voice like a dark melody. “You’re trembling.”“I’m not,” I said, my voice shaky.He smirked, his expression dripping with arrogance. “Lying doesn’t suit you.”Before I could retort, his fingers moved—tracing a line down my stomach. I flinched, my body reacting involuntarily to the light, deliberate touch. His hand was warm, rough, yet he moved with such precision it was like he was playing a game only he understood.“Shall we have fun, cara?” he murmured against my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.“Get off me,” I snapped, trying to push against his chest.He chuckled, low and dangerous. “You keep saying that, but you don’t sound convincing.”His fingers traveled lower, skimming the edge of my thigh, and I felt my body tense. I hated how he
Cross’ POVGlitch… Blur…Ari…The first thing I noticed was the pain. A dull, pounding ache that spread through my ribs, my legs, my fucking skull—like my whole body had been through a meat grinder.The second thing I noticed was the beeping.A steady, rhythmic sound, soft but persistent.Then came the weight.Something tugged at my arm—no, inside my arm.A drip.IV fluids.That’s when the panic hit.My eyes snapped open.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Not the cold, gray stone of a prison cell. Not the dark, high-rise walls of my penthouse.Where the hell was I?I tried to move, but my body resisted.My wrists—strapped down.I gritted my teeth, yanking against the restraints.No. No, no, no.Flashes of memory crashed into me.The van. The sudden jolt. The tires screeching.Gunfire.The ground disappearing beneath me.Falling. Tumbling.The pain.And then—Figures in the dark.A faceless silhouette pulling me out of the wreckage. The weight of hands dragging me. I sucked in a bre
Ari’s POVWait…Someone had to explain to me how you could be with one person one minute and the other, they were…They were…Everything was a blur.The days after the accident felt like they barely existed, passing in a haze of grief, exhaustion, and an unbearable hollowness in my chest.I barely ate.I barely slept.I barely breathed.I waited for confirmation, but it was true. A body was found. Retrieved. Everything had burned to crisp. But it was true.It was him.Cross Margiello.Deceased.The news had already spread through the precinct, and even though no one dared to say it out loud, I could feel the looks. The silent whispers. The pity. I hated it. I hated that I had let myself believe, even for a second, that Cross could have made it out alive.Because he didn’t.And now, all I had left was this crushing emptiness. And how did I pour it out? Pretending I was fine while I ran into the field screaming and weeping, while I crashed in the bathtub sobbing, while I hated myself in
Ari’s POVFirst, Cross.Betrayal, and still, he could not leave my mind.But I had left him.I had walked away, leaving him behind, knowing this was the last time I would see him. And yet, my hands had shaken as I turned the doorknob, my heart twisting painfully in my chest as I forced myself not to look back. Because if I did, if I saw the way Cross was looking at me—pleading, desperate, raw—I would break.I had already broken.But this was how it had to be. I kept telling myself that. Over and over. There was never a version of this story where Cross and I had a happy ending. This was always where it was going to end.I wiped my face roughly, steeling myself. You did the right thing, Ari.I had to believe that. I needed to believe that.***As I made my way to the scene where I was to get Kaelie back, I remembered Cross’ advice for me.Get as close as possible.I had told Lady Smith already; I didn’t want the men around. Anyway, they were all too busy feigning and creating distracti
Mira’s POVKaelie looked like shit.Her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying, her lips cracked, her whole body slumped forward in exhaustion. She didn’t even flinch when I stepped into the room this time.I walked over lazily, stopping just in front of her chair. “You’re quieter than usual.”She lifted her head weakly. “What’s the point?”I smirked, tilting my head. “Giving up already?”Kaelie swallowed hard, her voice hoarse. “Are they coming for me?”I crouched down, watching her carefully. “Oh, sweetheart.” I reached out, running a finger under her chin before she jerked her head away. “They’re on their way.”Her bottom lip trembled, but she clenched her jaw to keep it from showing.I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re lucky, you know. You get to be part of something big. This isn’t just about you, or me, or even Ari. This is about power.”Kaelie scoffed. “You’re insane.”I grinned. “And you’re boring me.”I stood up, stepping back toward the door. “Don’t worry. Your best friend w
Cross’ POVI was caged.Again.I sat on the edge of the small cot in my cell, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. My fists balled at my sides; my knuckles white from the pressure.This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.I had been seconds away from breaking out, from finally taking control of my life again. But then she showed up—Ari, with her shaking hands and pleading eyes, pointing a gun at me like she actually had it in her to shoot.I exhaled sharply, rubbing my face.I needed a new plan.Something was coming.Something bad.And I wasn’t about to sit here and let it happen to me.It was then the explosion came to my mind again. Who must have sent the message? Kouvu? Kouvu had been lying low since the last time I had tried to set him up, but I knew he was waiting for the right time to take me out of the picture and become the next street lord. And now, of course, he was sending a message. I could be certain it was Kouvu that sent the bomb.Just then, the cell door and I turned to
Ari’s POVI had just been on my desk that afternoon, flipping through the files on Kaelie’s case, though the words barely registered. My mind was stretched thin, caught between the weight of my mistakes and the desperate need to set things right.Kaelie was still out there.I had agreed to Mira’s terms. I had promised to bring Cross.But nothing about this situation felt right.Everything was a mess."Ari."I looked up to see Gina standing near my desk, her expression unusually soft.I tensed automatically, waiting for another lecture, another round of judgment, but instead, she sighed."I just… I wanted to apologize," she said.I blinked. "For what?"She hesitated before sitting across from me. "For how we’ve treated you. For how I’ve treated you. Everyone has been so quick to blame you for everything that’s happened—Kaelie, Aaron, Cross… but I realize now, none of this is just on you."I stared at her, unsure of what to say.Gina exhaled sharply. "Look, I don’t know the full story b
Cross’ POVI sat in the cold cell, my fists clenched, my mind running wild with every possible way I could get out of this mess.I had survived worse.But this? This was fucking humiliating.Lady Smith had crossed a line last night—one that I’d never let go unpunished.And she would pay for it.I groaned again. Fuck.My dick still ached from last night and my body ached from my wounds. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when the sound of heels clicking against the concrete floor made me lift my head.Right on time.Lady Smith stepped into view, her posture as relaxed as ever, her face painted with amusement. She leaned against the bars of my cell, tilting her head.“Well, well,” she drawled. “How’s my favorite prisoner doing today?”I didn’t answer. I just stared at her; my jaw tight.She smirked, running a hand over the bars. “Not in the mood for small talk? That’s a shame. I was going to tell you how much I thoroughly enjoyed our time together last night.”My hands twitched, but I f
Mira’s POVKaelie was still unconscious when I stepped into the room.She was strapped to a chair, her head slumped forward, her breath coming in soft, shaky intervals. Her hair was a tangled mess over her face, strands sticking to her damp skin.Pathetic.I walked over to the table, picking up a knife and twirling it between my fingers as I watched her. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls, giving the room an eerie glow.Then, finally, she stirred.A soft groan escaped her lips as her body tensed. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light.It took her a second to register her surroundings.Then the panic hit.Her breathing turned sharp and erratic. She tugged at the restraints, her body twisting and struggling against the chair.“H-hello?” she called out, her voice trembling. “Somebody—please! Help!”I smirked.“Oh, sweetheart,” I cooed, stepping into her line of sight. “No one’s coming.”Her eyes snapped to me, wide with fear. “Who… who are you?”I tilted m
Ari’s POVKaelie was gone.Kidnapped.And I wasn’t going to waste another second.I stormed into the precinct the next morning, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I stepped inside, all eyes were on me. The officers in the room seemed caught off guard by my presence, but I didn’t care.I marched straight toward Lady Smith’s office, ignoring the murmurs, ignoring the way people shifted uncomfortably as I passed.I didn’t have time for them.I needed to see Cross.I pushed open Lady Smith’s office door without knocking.She was seated behind her desk, as calm and composed as ever, sifting through some paperwork as if she wasn’t the biggest pain in my ass right now.Her eyes flicked up to me, unreadable."Ah, Detective Walsh," she said smoothly. "To what do I owe this sudden, and might I add, unannounced visit?"I slammed my hands onto her desk. “Kaelie was taken last night.”Lady Smith didn’t even flinch. Obviously, police reports had reached her."And?"My jaw clenched. "And I ne