Williams' POVI stared at the little girl sitting on the edge of the couch, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed bear that looked as depressed as she did. Her big, teary eyes were red from crying, and every attempt I made to cheer her up had failed miserably. I’d tried everything—cartoons, toys, even a whole tray of cookies. But nothing could replace Allison in her tiny world."Mary, maybe you can try?" I asked, my voice edged with desperation as I glanced at my maid. Mary was kind and experienced, practically a child-whisperer. If anyone could reach this little girl, it would be her.Mary knelt beside the child and gently stroked her hair. "Hey there, sweetie," she cooed softly. "Do you want to play with your bear? Or maybe we can draw something pretty?"The girl didn’t respond. She didn’t even look up, her gaze fixed on the floor as if it held the answers to all her problems. I could see the concern in Mary’s eyes as she shot me a helpless look.“She’s just missing Allison,” I muttere
Allison's POV.I pulled my hoodie down further, the cold wind biting at my cheeks as I walked briskly down the sidewalk. The city was alive with noise—the hum of traffic, the distant chatter of people, the occasional horn blaring from impatient drivers. I kept my head down, focusing on the cracked pavement beneath my boots. Just another day blending in, hiding in plain sight. That was the life I had chosen, or rather, the life that had been forced upon me.But then, through the thick fabric of my hoodie, I felt it. That inexplicable sense of being watched. It wasn’t just paranoia—I knew this feeling too well. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, but something made me glance up, just for a split second.And that’s when I saw him. Williams. His piercing gaze locked onto mine through the tinted window of the sleek black car gliding past. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it. I yanked my hoodie lower, picking up my pace, pretending I hadn’t seen him, that it wasn’t me he had just recog
Allison’s POV“Allison!” Williams grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. “What’s going on? Why are you running?”I jerked my arm free, glaring at him. “You need to leave, now.”“If they’ve seen you, they’ve seen me,” he shot back, his voice firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”I could see the boldness in his eyes, the way his jaw was set. He wasn’t going to back down. Before I could argue, the unmistakable sound of gunshots rang out, echoing through the streets. Screams erupted from the crowd as people scattered in every direction, panicked and desperate to escape.“They’ve already started shooting,” I hissed, pulling him into a nearby doorway as the crowd surged around us. I peeked out, spotting Viktor’s men weaving through the chaos, guns drawn, their eyes scanning for any sign of us.“We need to move,” I said, my mind racing. I couldn’t let them find us—not with Williams here. If anything happened to him, it would be on me.Williams nodded, but there was a determined glint in h
Allison's POV.We stayed silent for a while, the sound of our breathing mingling with the distant footsteps of Viktor's men outside. The tension was thick, a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. My mind raced, calculating our options. This storage room was a temporary sanctuary, but it wouldn’t hold for long if they decided to sweep the area.Williams leaned against the wall opposite me, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a question there, something he was holding back. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out what exactly he’d gotten himself into. But instead of asking, he simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment that he was ready for whatever came next.A sudden crash outside made both of us flinch. I pressed my ear to the door, straining to hear. The voices were louder now, closer. My pulse quickened. We needed a plan, and fast.“Look,” I whispered, turning back to Williams, “they’re closing in. We need to create a diversion, something to throw the
Williams' POVAs I walked back through the city streets, the adrenaline from our narrow escape still pulsing through my veins, I couldn’t shake the image of Allison’s face—determined, fierce, and yet, beneath it all, vulnerable. I had seen that look before, in those brief moments when her guard slipped, and it twisted something deep inside me. I hated that I had to leave her like that, alone in the middle of a war zone, but what choice did I have? She insisted, and I knew better than to argue when she was in that state.But damn it, it felt wrong. Every step away from her felt like a betrayal.Jonathan was waiting by the car, his expression impassive as always, but I could tell he’d been tense. He’d seen the gunfire, heard the commotion. “Is everything alright, sir?” he asked as I approached.“No, Jonathan, everything is far from alright,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. I yanked open the car door and slid into the back seat, trying to calm the storm in my head. “Drive.”
Allison's POVThe door to my hideout clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the empty space. My breath came in sharp, painful bursts as I stumbled towards the old, worn couch. The wound in my side throbbed with each step, the adrenaline that had kept me going finally wearing off. I pressed my hand against it, feeling the warm, sticky blood seeping through my fingers. "Dammit," I muttered, my vision blurring as I sat down heavily on the couch. I grabbed the first aid kit I kept stashed nearby and tore it open with shaking hands. The pain was excruciating, but I welcomed it—it kept me focused, kept me grounded. I winced as I cleaned the wound, biting down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. The stab wound wasn't deep, but it was enough to slow me down, enough to remind me of just how close Viktor's men had come to finishing me off. But I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.Just as I finished wrapping the bandage around my waist, the door burst open. Viktoh stormed in, his
Allison's POV.When I finally stirred, the cold floor beneath me was the first thing I noticed. My body ached from the uncomfortable position, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. My vision was hazy, and in came light, and I squinted, trying to make sense of the world around me. It was dawn.Someone was moving in the background—faint, careful footsteps that drew closer until they stopped right beside me. Panic flared in my chest, but before I could react, they sat down, their presence both familiar and comforting.I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my mind. Slowly, the room came into focus, and so did the person beside me. My heart skipped a beat when I finally saw him—Edward Blackwood."Allison," he said softly, his voice rich and smooth, like the calmness after a storm. The sound of it hit me like a wave, crashing over the walls I’d built around myself. Before I knew it, I was reaching for him, wrapping my arms around him as if my life depended on it."Edw
Williams POV.I stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, watching the city below as it buzzed with life. But my thoughts weren’t on the people scurrying like ants or the usual hum of the city. My mind was focused on one thing: Viktor Romanov and his filthy empire.This wasn’t just business for me—it was personal. Everything I had planned over the past few days had been for Allison’s sake. She didn’t know yet, but I had made sure Viktor Romanov and his men would feel the weight of my wrath. Money, power, and influence—I was willing to use every bit of it to bring that bastard down."Sir, they’ve made the arrests," Jonathan, my P.A., said as he walked into the room. His voice was steady, but there was a slight hint of excitement. He knew the gravity of what had just been accomplished."Good," I said, my voice cold and flat. I didn’t turn to face him just yet. Instead, I let the satisfaction of hearing those words settle in. "How many?"“Six were arrested,”