Sighing, Aria walked home from work after yet another boring, non-adrenaline-filled day. Her feet were covered in little blisters that throbbed from standing all day. She worked as a data analyst in an office just a few blocks from her tiny apartment, staring at computers and numbers until her eyes blurred. It was tedious, but it was the only way she could pay her bills, put food on the table, and manage her student loans, which felt like they were about to crush her.
But Aria's mind was elsewhere. She used to love cryptography, spending countless hours solving and decrypting secret codes while exploring the dark web. She was good at it too; people even called her a genius. However, something had changed. Aria had stopped working on her codes and messages after her parents were brutally murdered in their home back in Minnesota before she moved to New York. They were found dead, with no leads or motive. The police claimed it was a robbery gone wrong, but Aria knew better. She believed her parents were murdered, and she blamed herself for their deaths.
She had been working on a sensitive project, decoding messages for a client, and she suspected her work had put her family in danger. But there was nothing she could do about it. The memory of that night haunted her, fresh as if it had happened yesterday. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was responsible, that her work had led to their deaths. So, she stopped. She focused on her mundane life, trying to survive while also keeping herself safe. She had to forget the thrill of codes and the pain of her loss. But the memory lingered, haunting her. She knew there was no way she could forgive herself.
As she walked home, a shiver ran down her spine. That morning, she had received a mysterious message at work: "Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone." Aria tried to ignore it, but her heart raced. Who could be contacting her, and why? Could it be a secret skalker? She knew the old warehouse mentioned in the message; it was the only one in the city. As the day dragged on, her anxiety and curiosity grew. She couldn’t concentrate at work, her mind constantly drifting back to the message. What did it mean, and who was behind it?
Little did Aria know, her ordinary life was about to take a dramatic turn. She was being pulled back into the world she thought she had left behind, and this time, there would be no turning back.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. Hesitating for a moment, she answered. "Hello?"
"Aria, it’s me! Alex! I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s going on?"
Aria sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. She had abandoned her friends and hobbies after her parents' death. But deep down she knew it was for their safety as well, as she didn't want anymore people dying because of her. "I’ve just been busy, Alex. With work and stuff," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Work? Psh! You mean that office job? Aria, you’re wasting your talent. You’re meant to do great things with that skill. You haven’t been picking up my calls. I miss my friend, and I want her back." Alex stressed the last part, hoping Aria would understand how much she meant to him, and how much he had missed her.
Frustration surged within her. Alex didn’t understand; he didn’t know what had happened. He didn’t know why she had decided to give it all up and never look back. "I’ll try to make it up to you, okay?" Aria replied, hoping to end the conversation quickly, as she said what he wanted to hear.
"Okay, but please promise me you’ll think about getting back into your old job. I’m pretty sure you’ve missed it."
Aria hung up, feeling a mix of emotions. She missed her old life, but the pain was still too fresh. As the day wore on, her mind kept returning to the mysterious message. Who was behind it? What did they want from her? She tried to focus on her work, but her heart wasn’t in it. She felt like she was just going through the motions.
As the clock approached midnight, she made her way to the old warehouse. Fear gripped her, but she had to know what this was about and what the mysterious person wanted from her. Just as she approached the eerie entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, their face obscured by darkness.
"Aria," the figure called out, and she could tell it was a man; his voice was low, familiar and shaky. "I’ve been waiting for you," he added.
Aria's heart raced. Who was this person? What did he want from her? She asked herself as questions flooded her mind. "You’re the one who sent the message, aren’t you?" Aria asked, trying to sound calm, though fear gripped her insides.
The figure nodded and stepped into the moonlight filtering through the gaping holes in the warehouse ceiling. "I am. It’s me, Aria. Your brother."
"Jace! What the hell! What the fuck is going on here? You disappeared long before Mom and Dad died, and now you’re here calling me to a creepy warehouse!"
He didn’t blink or respond to her outburst. "They are after me, Aria. I need your help, please," Jace said, his tone pleading, as he held her hands.
"What do you mean? Who are they? You’re scaring me, Jace."
"I can’t say too much right now, but I’m in so much danger, and now you are too. I'm sorry sis but you need to join them, you need to Aria, and do whatever they ask, or my life is over. You need to join the—"
Suddenly, gunshots erupted in the warehouse. Jace fled the scene but was shot in the arm, leaving Aria, already fear-stricken and terrified, behind. Three men dressed in black hoodies and black pants stepped into the light, their faces covered except for one. Alejandro emerged from the shadows, looking like he had just walked off a Versace runway in his all-black three-piece suit, his face both dangerously handsome and intimidating.
"I have a proposition for you," he said.
Aria shook with fear, her instincts screaming at her to run, but terror kept her rooted to the spot. Stuttering, her ears still ringing from the gunshots, she gulped hard. "Wha…what propo…si…tion?" she asked under her breath. "What kind of proposition?" She finally asked, trying to summon courage.
Alejandro smiled, and there was nothing soft about it; it was sinister. His eyes glinted in the dim light. "It’s quite simple! Come with me, or I will wipe out the Wilson family from the surface of the earth."
The orange glow of a burning cigarette was the only flicker of life in the sheer darkness of a stormy night. Taking long drags, Alejandro felt the smoke seep into his lungs. Tall, handsome, and imposing, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded attention. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the darkness as he sat in his study, fuming about the audacity of someone who dared to enter his territory and kidnap his sister. Anger and worry consumed him as he thought of Sophia, the unexplainable circumstances surrounding her abduction, and the fact that all efforts to uncover the truth had proven abortive.Today marked the fifth day since she had been taken from the estate. How? He still had no idea, especially since every nook and corner of the estate was under the watchful eye of surveillance cameras monitored by his men. He sat unmoving in the dark like a statue, a lit cigarette in hand, grappling with the feeling of failure. Sophia was his only living relative, and he loved her de
Waking up to serious migraines, Aria found herself with her hands and legs tied to a bed, something she never thought could happen to her. The excruciating pain in her head made it difficult to recollect what had happened before she blacked out, and the blinding sunlight streaming through the gigantic windows only intensified her discomfort.Suddenly, the door swung open, and a woman who looked like a Victoria's Secret model entered, dressed in a short, armless gown that accentuated her stunning figure. Even Marilyn Monroe would have been envious of her beauty, Aria thought as the woman strutted toward her, carrying a tray with a glass of water and what appeared to be a pill container.Feeling weak, Aria attempted to sit up but fell back onto the bed. The woman regarded her with an unreadable expression, saying nothing as she forced a pill into Aria's mouth, followed by a sip of water. Aria struggled against her, but her strength was fading. As the woman turned to leave, she said, "Th
Alejandro's eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, his gaze piercing into her very being. His voice broke the silence, dripping with menace. "I'm sure you now understand the situation?"Aria swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I... I think so," she stammered, sniffing as tears continued to pour down her cheeks. Alejandro's gaze never wavered.“Good! Your brother stole from me, and that’s unacceptable. He also kidnapped my sister; now that’s him signing off his death sentence.”Aria continued to shake, gripped by fear. "I’ll make it right," she promised, crying between her words. "I’ll pay back whatever he stole, and for your sister. I think... I think you’re mistaken. Jacewould never do such a thing," she added, her voice trembling.Alejandro's expression turned livid. "It's not that simple!" he shouted. "Your brother's actions have consequences."Aria's eyes pleaded with him. "Please, don’t hurt me," she begged tearfully. Alejandro's smile was cold. “I’m not promising you anyt
What is this place?" she demanded, trying to hide the fear in her voice. Juan's smile instantly turned into a frown. "This is where... business is conducted," he said, his eyes glinting with something unsettling.Aria stepped back, sensing the darkness and terror emanating from the steel doors. "You’re holding people here, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice trembling. Juan chuckled softly. "Guests, Aria. Just very... special guests," he added with a smile that sent chills down her spine.Suddenly, a scream echoed from behind one of the doors, so loud that she flinched. The sound sent a wave of terror coursing through her. "Who… who’s in there?" she stuttered. Juan's expression turned sinister. "Someone who’s learned to appreciate El Patrón’s hospitality and kindness."Panic surged within her; she knew she had to get out of there, fast. As she turned to leave, Juan grasped her arm, his grip like a vice. She was sure he had left a mark. "Remember, Aria, curiosity can be quite deadly. Lit
Interesting?Were those supposed to be interesting? She thought as her eyes darted around. "There's nothing interesting in here." She muttered. "Oh, so it's fun then." He replied to her, and she couldn't help but move back a bit, seeing as he was getting closer than she could take in. "Look at me!" He ordered, hating that she was avoiding everything about him.She struggled to look up but dared not look him straight in his eyes. "I want to get cleaning." She whispered and he looked around the kitchen. "Follow me." He then dragged her to the stairs that led to the basement, where he got people locked and killed. "Are you going to look into my eyes, or would you like to be thrown into one of these rooms?"She froze.Huh?What punishment was better? She thought as she struggled with the decision. Both of them were like death sentences. She didn't know which was better. "Why are you doing all this to me?" Tears were starting to steam down her face. "Both can kill me! Which way is a bett
Miguel had a lot of fun relaxing for the rest of the day and the next morning being Monday, she got up, got dressed for work, and made her way to Prime Enforcement Agency."Greetings Miss Miguel! There is an urgent meeting going on right now. President Jude asked that I inform you to get involved." Kate, her secretary informed her the moment she stepped her feet in her office. "I see! You may leave." She signaled, and Kate walked out.Miguel sat on her seat and became curious. What sort of impromptu meeting could be going on right now? She thought and after making sure everything was fine, she got up and walked into the meeting room. Everyone's eyes were wide open as she walked in and sat on a seat closer to President Jude."Morning everyone!" She said and went mute. A few answered her in pretense while the rest, who were actually young women, chose to remain mute, visibly showing their resentment for her, but Miguel never gave a fuck about them."It's good you are here Agent Miguel.
"Oh my fucking god! You mean you have his sister in your custody? That's hella iconic. I'm scared of you Miguel. You are fucking awesome." He praised her, the excitement in him very visible that he held her arm and moved her out of much excitement. Miguel wasn't fazed by his excitement. "Do you now believe I'm the best for this job?" She asked him without any ounce of emotion in her voice."No one is taking that away from you. You are the baddest bitch in this game." He swore as she started the car and then drove off. "Oh, my world! I'm in awe of you Miguel. I'm blessed that I have you." He kept praising her. He picked up the phone and called his team, transferring the job away from Anita to her and soon she got to her house. "You are so amazing." He said as he then got into her room and took out his shirt, sitting on the bed like he'd won completely in life.Seeing his reaction, Miguel knew she had won him back and she did that effortlessly. Her man was back to her! She thought and
His words did a whole lot of things to her body system causing her tears to fall out of her eyes. "you are so evil. I can't believe this." She cried and he watched her like a stupid movie."People like you are the most dangerous. So self-righteous and weird. Watch me destroy your brother Aria or whatever shit you are called." He told her and walked away leaving her there shaking in fear and anger about how she was being treated.Alejandro walked into his study room and turned on his computer to monitor some of his men, but then he realized that hardware was missing, so he got up and walked into his monitoring room where some of his teams and Juan were seated monitoring their men and ensuring that they don't do anything out of place. "Why the fuck have I heard nothing?" He spat, losing his patience.Juan noticed he was going to lose it on the teams in the room so he got up and took Alejandro out of the monitoring room to another one in the opposite direction in the basement. "I think t
The night was thick with tension, the air carrying the scent of salt and gunpowder. The boat rocked slightly beneath them, the aftermath of the ambush still lingering. Alejandro stood near the helm, his grip on the wheel tightening. Every nerve in his body was wired, his instincts screaming at him to stay on edge. He had learned long ago that survival meant never letting his guard down.Aria sat beside him, her hand resting on his knee. The touch was grounding, but it did little to silence the storm brewing inside him. She could see it in his eyesthe darkness, the fury, the relentless need for revenge."We're almost there," Jace muttered, checking the GPS. "Another ten minutes."Miguel groaned from where he lay, his wound hastily bandaged. "Let's hope we don’t have another welcoming party."Valentina reloaded her gun with calm precision. "If we do, we make sure they regret showing up."Alejandro exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. "Santiago isn’t done. He knows we got away, and he won
The echoes of gunfire had faded, but the tension in the air remained thick. The boat rocked slightly as Alejandro stood at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The salt-laced wind whipped against his face, but his mind was elsewhereback on the deck, back in the chaos, back in the moment Aria was nearly taken from him.She stood nearby, watching him carefully. Despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, she refused to let herself rest. They weren’t safe yet, and even if they were, she knew better than to let her guard down. Not with Santiago lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.Jace was checking the remaining ammunition, his face tight with concentration. Valentina was bandaging Miguel’s wound, her movements efficient yet gentle. The cartel enforcer was pale but still conscious, his usual smirk dulled by the pain."We need a plan," Aria finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice was firm, but there was an underly
The night was suffocatingly quiet after the chaos. The only sounds were the rhythmic lapping of waves against the damaged boat and the occasional groans of pain from the wounded. Alejandro stood at the helm, his grip on the railing so tight his knuckles turned white. The salt air burned his nostrils, but it did nothing to clear the storm in his head.Aria watched him carefully. He hadn't spoken since the last shot was fired, since Santiago's men had finally been silenced. The fight had been brutal, but they had won at least for now. And yet, Alejandro seemed more troubled than relieved.She took a hesitant step toward him. "Alejandro?"His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn around. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm. "Talk to me."He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "It doesn’t feel like a victory. We lost people tonight. Jace is injured. Miguel is barely standing. And Santiago, he's still out there."Aria swallowed, understanding his frustration. "But we're alive. That
The night stretched on, the scent of salt and gunpowder still thick in the air. Alejandro stood at the edge of the safe house’s balcony, his hands gripping the railing as he stared out into the darkness. His body was stiff, muscles still coiled from the fight on the boat. Every breath felt heavier than the last.Aria watched him from the doorway, the soft glow from the room behind her casting a faint halo around her figure. She could see the tension in his stance, the weight of everything pressing down on him. Quietly, she stepped forward.“You haven’t said much since we got here,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Alejandro didn’t turn immediately. He exhaled through his nose, his grip on the railing tightening before he finally spoke. “There’s too much to think about.”Aria moved closer, her fingers brushing against his forearm. “Then talk to me. Let me share the burden.”He glanced at her then, his dark eyes filled with conflict. For a long moment, he simply looked at
The shipyard was eerily silent now, the scent of gunpowder still lingering in the air. Alejandro stood over Santiago’s lifeless body, his gun still warm in his grip. The night breeze rustled his hair, but he barely noticed it.Aria stood beside him, her breathing steady, but Alejandro could feel the tension radiating from her. She had wanted this war to end as much as he did, but the victory felt… hollow.Jace groaned as he approached, clutching his side where blood seeped through his shirt. “I’m just going to throw this out there we’re really bad at having peaceful business deals.”Valentina smirked, tucking her gun away. “It’s the nature of the business, Jace.”Miguel knelt beside Santiago’s body, checking his pulse despite knowing it was pointless. “It’s over,” he muttered, standing up and wiping his hands. “Finally.”Alejandro turned to his team, his expression unreadable. “We haven't celebrated yet. Santiago had men, and they’ll be looking for vengeance.”Aria nodded. “We have to
The tension inside the safe house was suffocating. The air was thick with frustration, exhaustion, and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Santiago had slipped through their fingers, and everyone in the room knew what that meant.He wouldn’t run. He would retaliate.Alejandro sat at the head of the table, his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against the wood. His mind was already calculating his next move, but there was one undeniable truth gnawing at him.They had lost an opportunity tonight.Jace was lying on the couch, his side bandaged, his face pale. He was still conscious, but the pain in his expression was clear. Valentina was seated next to him, checking his wound with a critical eye.Miguel leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. His usual smirk was gone. Even he knew this situation wasn’t a joke.Aria stood across from Alejandro, arms folded, her face unreadable. But he could see the tension in her shoulders, the fire in her eyes.“We had him,” she finally said
The night was thick with tension as Alejandro sat at the wooden table, his fingers drumming against the surface. A single lamp flickered in the corner of the safe house, casting long shadows across the room. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat, a reminder that they were running out of time.Santiago’s men wouldn’t stop hunting them. The ambush at the last safe house had proven that. They barely escaped with their lives.Now, they needed to strike first.Aria sat across from Alejandro, her laptop open, the glow from the screen highlighting the determined set of her face. She was running a scan, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Every keystroke was precise, calculated just like the woman herself.Jace stood by the window, gun in hand, watching the tree line for movement. “They won’t wait long,” he muttered.“They don’t have to,” Alejandro replied, his voice steady. “Because we’re hitting Santiago first.”Miguel, still looking pale from blood loss, scoffed. “You make it sound so s
The tension in the safe house was suffocating. Salazar sat tied to the chair, his face bloodied, his breaths shallow but steady. Alejandro stood before him, his knuckles stained red, his expression unreadable.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with cold detachment. Valentina and Miguel sat nearby, their guns resting on the table, ready for use. Aria paced the room, her eyes flicking between Alejandro and Salazar, her mind racing.Salazar had refused to talk.But Alejandro wasn’t finished yet.He knelt down, gripping Salazar’s jaw, forcing the man to meet his eyes. “I’ll ask one last time,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Where is Santiago?”Salazar smirked, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Even if I told you, it wouldn’t matter. He’s already coming for you.”Alejandro’s jaw clenched. He had expected as much. Santiago wouldn’t take this attack lightly.Jace exhaled. “We need something useful from him, or we’re wasting time.”Alejandro nodded slowl
The safe house felt smaller than before, the walls closing in as the weight of their next move settled over them. Alejandro stood near the table, the flash drive Aria had retrieved sitting in front of him. His fingers drummed against the wood, his mind working through every possible outcome.They had taken a hit, but now? Now, they were hitting back.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Valentina sat on the couch, cleaning her gun, while Miguel stretched out beside her, still nursing his wound.Aria stood near the laptop, fingers hovering over the keys.The air was thick with anticipation.Alejandro finally spoke. “What did you find?”Aria took a deep breath, inserting the flash drive into the laptop. “Shipment locations, transaction records, and one very interesting name Ricardo Salazar.”Jace’s brows lifted. “Salazar? He’s Santiago’s right-hand man.”Aria nodded. “Exactly. But more than that, he’s the one running Santiago’s operations on the