Atlas drove his black SUV with precision, navigating the winding roads that led to the safehouse. The security measures were intense: guards stationed at strategic points, surveillance cameras covering every angle, and a massive iron gate that swung open only after a thorough inspection.He parked the car and glanced at me, his expression that of concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of tension.I nodded, gripping the handle of my backpack. "Let's do this."We exited the car and walked towards the entrance, where two burly guards in black suits nodded at Atlas and stepped aside. Inside, the decor was minimalistic, almost clinical, and designed for functionality rather than comfort.Tony met us in the hallway, his sharp eyes assessing us quickly. "Follow me," he said, turning on his heel without waiting for a response. We trailed behind him, our footsteps echoing on the cold tile floor.He led us to a staircase that descended into the basement. The atmosphere
Atlas kept the pressure on Derrie's temple for a few agonizing moments, his finger tight on the trigger. Derrie's face was a mask of terror, beads of sweat now running freely down his forehead. The room was silent, except for the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of the fluorescent light overhead."Wait, wait!" Derrie screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. "I swear, I don't know the name! Jacob called him 'Mr. A'! That's all I know!"Atlas's eyes bore into Derrie's, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he slowly lowered the gun but kept it in his hand, ready to use it again if necessary. Derrie let out a shaky breath, his entire body trembling with relief."Mr. A," I repeated, my mind racing. It was a lead, albeit a vague one. But in this murky world of deception and betrayal, it was better than nothing."Where can we find Jacob?" I asked, my voice firm."I thought he was your partner?!" Derrie looked at me with a look of shock on his face. Then he let out
Humming, I moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose, though my heart danced with the thrill of preparing something special for him. The sound of Atlas clearing his throat made me turn around, I caught his gaze fixed on me, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Good morning," I greeted him softly."Good morning, love," Atlas replied as he walked over.I focused on the eggs in the pan, the whites just beginning to set as I added a sprinkle of herbs. "I hope you're hungry," I teased lightly, my eyes meeting his as I felt his presence draw closer."I'm always hungry for your cooking," he said with a playful grin, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent shivers through me.As I plated the eggs and bacon, Atlas leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity. "You know," he began, his voice turning serious yet tender, "this... being here with you, in moments like this, it feels like everything falls into place."I turned to him, settin
An hour later, I was seated by Atlas in the backseat of his car with Tony driving the car. The address Linda had given us led us to a modest apartment complex with faded paint and overgrown weeds. As we approached the building, Atlas’s hand found mine, offering a comforting squeeze."We’ll stay in touch through the comms," Tony said, breaking the silence. "If anything goes wrong, we’ll be there in seconds."I took a deep breath and squeezed Atlas's hand back, trying to steady my nerves. The apartment complex ahead looked rundown, with peeling paint and cracked sidewalks. It felt like the kind of place where someone could easily disappear into the shadows."Got it," I replied, my voice steady despite the tension. Both Atlas and I got out of the car, and Tony parked it a little further down the street to keep a low profile. The building loomed before us, and Atlas kept close to me as we approached the entrance, his presence a reassuring anchor."We’ll head up to the apartment on the th
Looking away from Tony, I started around the room, and called out, "Lilith... Lilith! You in here?!"When I got no reply, my heart pounded as I realized Lilith was gone. "Tony, where is she?" I demanded, fear tightening my chest. His eyes widened, mirroring my panic. "I thought she was right here with us," he said, shaking his head. "How come-"Without a second thought, I dashed out of the apartment. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead."Lilith!!" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls. When I got silent in response, I reached for my phone, dialed her number, and listened desperately for any sound that might lead me to her.Then, in the distance, her ringtone cut through the air. I sprinted towards it, each step burning in my chest. As I reached the further end of the hallway, there she was... a shadow in the dim light, and then my eyes caught sight of Mitch turning around to face me."Atlas, get down!" Lilith screamed. At the sound of her voice, I dropped without hesitati
Lilith's POVThe was this continued beeping sound ringing in my ears, and I squeezed my eyes.Suddenly, I sucked in a deep breath and then jumped up, screaming, "Atlas?!""Hold her down. The anesthesia has worn off." Dr. Ling said, and I gazed around to see that I was in a hospital room."What... what's going on?" I managed to ask out, still not quite awake, my head feeling foggy like it was covered in cotton wool.Dr. Ling began while walking towards me. "Well, you got shot in the arm and punched in the face. You suffered a serious concussion and you had minor surgery to remove your arm." "Where... Where is Atlas?" I mumbled, my memories a bit hazy with sleep, but I forced myself to focus."The detectives are waiting outside. They had been for a while, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off. They can better answer your question... But are you mentally ready to talk to them?" I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts as much as possible, feeling more aware now as my memories became
Atlas walked in with Mr. Wilson, his lawyer, and Tony by his side. His presence seemed to fill the room with a sense of dangerous aura."Who hired you two morons?" Atlas repeated, his voice laced with anger.The taller detective's face paled. "Mr. Sharpe, we're just trying to—""You two know that this is outrageous behavior, right?" Mr. Wilson interrupted. "You two are investigating under pretenses, which is not only unethical but also illegal."Both detectives started to sweat, visibly nervous. "Mr. Wilson, we were just—" the shorter one began, but Mr. Wilson cut him off."Just what? Trying to manipulate my client into handing over evidence without proper authorization? This is a clear violation of her rights."Atlas stepped closer to my bedside, his eyes softening as they met mine. "Are you okay, Lilith?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.I nodded, feeling a rush of relief at his presence, and cried out, "I'm okay. Just a bit shaken... You are okay... I am so happy that you ar
"Okay," I said quietly, clicking on the most recent file, and the video began to play."Stop... Stop, Mitch.""Mitch, stop!""I can't breathe... Mitch, you are going to kill me." "I am not going to lose you again, Lilith!.... Especially not to that bitch!! You are mine! You are fucking mine, and I don't plan on making the same mistake twice and allow you to slip from my grip again.""I... I...a-m n-ot go-ing to be...bet-ray y-ou." "Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I don't know how much you hate my guts... The disgust on your face every time I touch you... Nothing I say or do could make you look at me the way you once did. You despise me." "You're wrong, Mitch...""Shut up!... I am no fool, Lilith... Now that that bastard is in a pitiful position, you are all over him. For the past two months, you barely come home or care to spend time with me. We’ve been drifting apart. You’ve become distant and indifferent and I hate it... Hate it, Lilith. So fucking much.""Mitch, plea-se."