The safe house was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of city life beyond its walls. Fabio stood by the window, peering through the blinds at the empty street outside. His mind was still racing from the chaos of the night before, the events replaying in his head like a bad dream. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—that they were missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.Marco was seated at the small dining table, cleaning his gun with methodical precision. The tension between them was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken questions. Fabio finally turned away from the window, his thoughts interrupted by the gnawing need for answers.“We need to figure out who those guys were,” Fabio said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. “This wasn’t just a random attack. Someone set us up.”Marco looked up, his expression hardening. “You think Santos was behind it?”“I don’t know,” Fabio admitted. “But we
Fabio couldn’t sleep. The events of the past few days had turned his world upside down, and as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him like never before. The tension in his chest was unbearable, the fear of what might come next gnawing at his nerves.He turned to look at Sophia, who was sound asleep beside him, her breathing slow and steady. She had no idea what he was going through—what he was hiding from her. The thought of the secrets he was keeping, the lies he was telling, made him feel like he was drowning in guilt.Careful not to wake her, Fabio slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the living room. The house was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside that cast long shadows across the walls. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat down on the couch, trying to calm the storm raging inside him.His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he picked it up with a sense of dread. It was a text from Marco: *“
Fabio woke up the next morning with a sense of foreboding. The weight of the previous night’s conversation with Sophia still hung heavily on his mind, and the knowledge that he was keeping her in the dark gnawed at him. He knew he couldn’t keep her in the shadows forever, but every day he delayed the inevitable confrontation, he felt himself sinking deeper into a pit of deception.After showering and dressing, Fabio made his way to the kitchen where Sophia was already preparing breakfast. She greeted him with a small, tight-lipped smile, but he could see the lingering worry in her eyes. They exchanged a few pleasantries, but the usual warmth between them felt strained. The unspoken tension was palpable, and Fabio hated it. As they sat down to eat, Fabio tried to push the thoughts of his secret life aside, focusing instead on the mundane comfort of their morning routine. But his phone buzzed incessantly on the counter, each vibration like a knife twisting in his gut. “Expecting an im
Fabio woke up the next morning with an uneasy feeling. He couldn't shake off the weight of the previous night's events, and as he got ready for the day, he knew he had to keep his guard up. The web of lies he had spun around Sophia was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, and he feared the day it would all come crashing down.He glanced at Sophia as she slept peacefully beside him, her face serene and content. He wished he could keep her in this bubble of happiness forever, away from the dark reality of his life. But he knew that was impossible. With a sigh, he quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed.At breakfast, Sophia was her usual cheerful self, chatting about her plans for the day and asking about his. Fabio tried to engage, but his mind was elsewhere. He had to meet Marco later to discuss the next steps for the shipment and ensure everything was on track. The pressure of balancing his dual lives was becoming almost unbearable."Fabio, are you listening?" Sophia's voi
The next morning, Fabio woke up to an unusual quiet in the house. The kind of quiet that made his instincts twitch. He glanced at the clock—Sophia usually would have been up by now, making breakfast or working on something in her home office. He rolled over, but her side of the bed was empty, and her pillow was cold. Fabio sat up, his heart racing as a strange unease settled over him. The events of the past few weeks had put him on edge, and now every small change felt like a warning. He quickly got dressed and stepped out of the bedroom, calling for Sophia. "Sophia? Are you here?"No answer. His voice echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the walls of their large, quiet home. He descended the stairs two at a time, looking around for any sign of her. The kitchen was empty, the living room untouched. The only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator, and Fabio felt a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck.He was about to reach for his phone to call her when the front door cr
Fabio stood frozen in the middle of his living room, his thoughts racing in every direction. The silence that had once been his refuge now felt like a prison. Sophia’s footsteps echoed in his mind as she walked away from him, each step a reminder of the growing distance between them. He had no idea how to fix this, how to pull her back from the brink when his entire world was teetering on the edge.He looked around the room, searching for something to anchor him, something to ground him in the moment. His gaze landed on the family photo that sat on the mantel—his parents, himself, and Felix, all smiling at the camera during one of those rare, peaceful moments. The image was like a ghost from a simpler time, taunting him with what he’d lost, with what he was in danger of losing forever.The shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Fabio’s heart pounded as he reached for it, praying it wasn’t more bad news. The screen displayed Marco’s n
Fabio sat in his office, staring blankly at the piles of paperwork that littered his desk. The events of the last few weeks weighed heavily on his mind, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. His once-stable life seemed to be unraveling, thread by thread, and he was struggling to keep it all together.The door creaked open, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up to see his father, Duncan, standing in the doorway. The older man’s presence filled the room, carrying with it a sense of authority and wisdom that Fabio had always admired.“Mind if I come in?” Duncan asked, his voice gruff yet gentle.Fabio managed a weak smile and nodded. “Of course, Dad. Come in.”Duncan stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He moved slowly, each step deliberate, as if the weight of the years was finally catching up to him. But there was still a fire in his eyes, a sharpness that hadn’t dulled despite everything he’d been through.He took a seat across fr
Fabio stood frozen in the kitchen, the note from Sophia trembling in his hands. His eyes skimmed over the words again, his mind struggling to accept what he was reading. The emptiness of the house echoed in his ears, amplifying the silence that now felt like a suffocating weight. *I’m staying with my parents for a few days. Please understand… I love you, but I need some space.*The finality of her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and he felt the ground beneath him shift. He wanted to chase after her, to beg her to come back, but he knew deep down that giving her the space she needed was the only thing he could do. He slowly set the note down on the kitchen counter, his fingers lingering on the paper as if it could somehow anchor him to reality. His heart raced, each beat reminding him of the fragility of his situation. He had made so many mistakes, and now he feared that Sophia was slipping away from him.As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, his phone buzzed in his pocket.