Thorne Langley wakes up with no memory—nothing but sharp pain and the hollow feeling of a past that's gone. The only thing he knows for sure is that a mafia named Garrett Cullen is claiming they once shared a life together. Thorne doesn't remember their relationship, the dangerous world they were part of, or the enemies that now threaten them both. Garrett insists their bond was real-deep, powerful, and undeniable. But as old memories start to resurface, so does the truth. Thorne begins to question everything: his feelings for Garrett, the life they shared, and whether the love they once had can survive the web of lies, betrayals, and secrets still lurking beneath the surface. Living in a world where trust is fragile and one breath away from betrayal, Thorne has to face an inner emotional battle between love and doubt. Can he fight for the truth without losing himself in the process? Or will the cost of remembering everything be too much to bear?
View MoreChapter 86: The Past Won't Let GoThorne's POVThe moment I walked into the FBI office that morning, I knew that it was going to be a long day.I had set myself to work, making use of all I had discovered about the Cullens, in starting the amassing of evidence against them. I had learned too much—too many secrets kept beneath the rug. And now I was going to put everything into practice and destroy them.Each document, each encoded email, each loose thread—I was going to tug at them until the whole empire tumbled.But I knew one thing for sure.Garrett would never allow that to happen without a struggle.I pushed the vision of him from my head and back to my screen. Hours flew by in a blur of documents and numbers, and before I could even consider it, the sun had dipped below the horizon.By the time I started to pack up my belongings, exhaustion weighed heavily in my limbs.As I walked out into the building, a voice called out behind me."Thorne, I'll take you home."I was confronted
Chapter 85: The One I LostGarrett's POVI sat in the darkness, the city lights casting faint glows against the windows. My whiskey glass was half-full on the table, the ice having dissolved long ago. I wasn't drinking it for the taste anymore—I just needed something to fill my hands, something to distract me from completely losing it.But it wasn't working.My screen glowed in the dark, the only light coming from the city outside my window. I stared at the photos on my screen, swiping through them one by one.They were all of him.Thorne.Every move, every glance, every damn thing he did—I had it on camera in these photos, being sent to me by the men I had posted around him. It was pathetic, but I couldn't resist.The first photo caught him entering the FBI building, dressed in working attire. He was the same but different all of a sudden. Stronger. Focused. Like he'd finally left the past behind him.Unlike me.The second photograph was of him at the gym, his body tense as he sparr
Chapter 84: Thorne's ReturnThorne's POVReturning to the FBI was going back to a world I had known all my life, yet now it was somewhat different. The same crowded hallways, the same constant hum of voices, and the same rigid schedule of daily tasks were all the same. But after everything that had occurred to me, I simply did not feel like the same man who had once walked these halls with assurance.I hadn't been assigned any cases yet. My bosses wished for me to have time to get settled, to acclimate to the environment again. I didn't object—I wasn't sure I was prepared to jump into anything heavy right away. So I spent my time reading case files, re-familiarizing myself with procedure, and doing physical training. The days were long, but they restored a feeling of purpose to me.At the end of the day, exhaustion set in, but it wasn't unwanted. It was a feeling of accomplishment. While I was preparing to depart, a group of my fellow agents inexplicably gathered around me, their eyes
Chapter 83: A Sense Of FreedomThorne's POVI healed faster than expected. Maybe it was because I had survived worse before. Maybe it was because I did not let myself be weak for too long. Whatever the reason, within weeks, I was healthy enough to be released from the hospital.So, the release form was signed and I was gone.On the morning of my release, a nurse came into my room with a large bouquet of lily of the valley flowers in her arms."There's no name on the card," she said, setting them down on the bedside table. "But whoever sent them clearly loves you very much."I didn't need to know a name. I knew already.Garrett.I glared at the tiny white flowers, my jaw tight. Lily of the valley. But to me, it represented one thing and one thing only—Garrett's way of reminding me that he was still present. That he still had control over me, even now.I grabbed the bouquet and tossed it into the trash can without hesitation. I did not want anything from him. Not his flowers. Not his at
Chapter 82: Thorne’s PovI woke up to the presence of Gavin sitting beside my hospital bed. His usually calm and composed face was furrowed with worry. The moment he noticed my eyes open, he leaned in, his voice in a hushed urgency."How do you feel?"I blinked repeatedly, acclimating to the bright hospital lighting. I ached everywhere, but nothing was unbearable. "I'm okay," I answered, my voice scratchy from disuse.Gavin released a breath, then hesitated before speaking. "Thorne, I should tell you something." His tone had changed, becoming grave. "We found a micro tracker on you. It's been removed now."At first, his words didn't surprise me. I had always known that Garrett had a tracker on me—I had long suspected it. He was too controlling, too obsessed. But as Gavin continued, my breath caught in my throat."It was implanted in your body," he said, watching me closely.I braced myself.Implanted?I had expected something like a hidden GPS in my belongings, or maybe even some dev
Chapter 81: Love and RegretGarrett’s POVI stood frozen in place, my body tense as Gavin stepped forward and shoved me aside. I barely stumbled, but I didn’t resist. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and my heart pounded against my ribs, but I remained silent.Gavin positioned himself protectively in front of Thorne’s bed, blocking my view of the man I had fought so hard to find. His expression was a mix of anger and disdain as he looked at me, and when he finally spoke, his voice was filled with cold certainty.“You don’t know how to love, Garrett. You don’t understand what it means to love someone.” His words struck like a blade to my chest. “You were never worthy of Thorne. To him, you’re nothing but an enemy. If it weren’t for you, his life wouldn’t have turned out like this.”I stiffened. “That’s not true,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I love him. And he loves me.”But even as I said the words, my conviction wavered. Gavin’s expression didn’t change. H
Chapter 80: Garrett's POVThe night was still, but my mind wasn't.I stood hidden in the dark stairwell, my body pressed to the cold concrete wall as I watched the guard standing outside Thorne's hospital room. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to act, to storm in there and take him away, but I couldn't. Not yet.The guard consulted his watch again, shifting in his feet. Then, with a few painful moments, he let out a sigh and took off down the hall, disappeared around the bend.Finally.This was it.I quickened my steps, my heart pounding as my silent footsteps stopped at the door. I carefully twisted the cold knob, and with a practiced push, nudged the door open just far enough to slide inside.The room was dark, the only sound that of machinery humming in the air. There was incessant beeping of a heart monitor, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.Thorne lay still on the bed.The breath got caught in my throat.He lay unconscious, a respirator coveri
Chapter 79: Garrett's POVI kneeled there, frozen, my eyes on Dexter as my heart jackrabbited against the wall of ribs. His expression shifted-surprise, followed by anger followed by.squirm. He looked conflicted.I didn't plead very well. Really never in life had I done it before anybody. For Thorne, it would be nothing. Even that.The only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. I had no idea how long I had knelled there-minutes? An hour? The stone beneath my knees ached, but I wasn't budging. I kept my eyes on Dexter, begging with him to understand.Finally, he blew out a hard breath and rubbed a hand through his hair before stepping forward."Damn it, Garrett." His voice was thick with frustration, but there was something beneath that-resignation.I held my breath as he reached for me, his grip on my arm tight as he dragged me to my feet.This is the last time," Dexter said, the muscles in his jaw flexed. His grasp on my arm was hard, bordering painful. "You hear me? T
Chapter 78: Garrett's POVI was confined within Cullen Manor, a prisoner on Donovan's orders. Guards stood at every exit, their eyes upon me every second in passing, to make sure I didn't get away. Suffocating, knowing each second that passed I was under someone else's watchful eye, captive, not free.Last night, desperation had driven me to try an escape. In the darkness of the night, I had reached the main door silently, but two guards were there to stop me. "Going somewhere, Garrett?" one sneered as they dragged me back to my room, his grip on my arm tightening. The memory of that failed attempt still seared in my mind.Now, pacing the confines of my room, my thoughts consumed Thorne. The FBI had taken him, and the image of him in their custody gnawed at me. I had to find a way to reach him, to bring him back. Not knowing what was happening to him was more than I could stand.The door creaked open, and Dexter came in, his face a mask of concern and frustration. I seized the moment:
Chapter 1: Thorne's POVThe dock reeked of sea salt and decay, a smell that clung in the air like a warning. I hunched behind a rusted container, the earpiece clutched in my hand. "Everybody in place?" My voice was calm, but inside my heart went the rhythm of war drums."Ready, Lisa whispered, our sniper tucked away, somewhere high up above the chaos that would soon erupt."Locked in," Marcos repeated. His deep voice, composed and controlled.Eric followed. "All clear."We were ghosts in the night, invisible, unstoppable - or so I had told myself.I spotted him through my binoculars-Garrett Cullen. He stood below, under the flickering lights, as if he was the king of the world. That arrogant smirk on his face was a brand that had been burned in my memory, mocking me each time I closed my eyes. He was the reason we were here tonight. Months of investigation, sleepless nights, and uncounted sacrifices had brought us to this moment.This was our chance to bring him down, to damage the Cu...
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