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“Allvar’s not the problem here,” Lily said, her voice trembling with fury. “You are, Tobias. Always have been.”Tobias let out a dry laugh, as if he found her resistance laughable. “Really?” he scoffed. “You think he—this nobody—can make you happy? Don’t kid yourself, Lily. You’ve been trying to break free from me, but you can’t. You won’t. I’m the one who knows you, the one who knows what’s best for you.”Lily's hands clenched into fists at her sides, every nerve in her body screaming to put him in his place. She turned to Allvar, her eyes locking with his for a moment, silently asking for support, silently telling him that she wouldn’t back down, no matter what Tobias said. Allvar nodded slightly, his expression unwavering.She turned back to Tobias, standing taller now, her voice steady and full of conviction. “You think you know me? You think you’re the one who gets to decide what’s best for me? Well, you’re wrong.” She shook her head. “You don’t get to control me anymore. I’m don
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248As Lily and Allvar walked toward her grandmother’s house, the earlier tension from their run-in with Tobias had mostly faded. The quiet neighborhood felt like a world away from the chaos of the day, and the modest house that came into view looked as welcoming as ever. With its weathered shutters and a garden brimming with winter blooms, it exuded a calm that Lily desperately needed.“This is it,” she said, gesturing toward the house. A small smile flickered across her face, though it didn’t last long.“It’s beautiful,” Allvar said, genuinely impressed. He slowed his steps as he noticed her expression falter. “But you don’t look too happy to see it. What’s wrong?”Lily sighed, her shoulders slumping. “It’s nothing.”“Lily,” Allvar said gently, stopping in his tracks. “Come on. I can tell something’s bothering you.”She hesitated, biting her lip. “I just... I wanted to get my grandma something special. Something original. She’s done so much for me, and I wanted to show her how much
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249Two days later,The cell door buzzed open, and Mrs. Abbott stepped out, flanked by two guards. Her movements were sharp and deliberate as she adjusted her blazer, her fiery determination evident. Jake and Edgar followed closely behind, their expressions a mix of confusion and relief.“How…?” Edgar finally stammered. “How are we out?”Mrs. Abbott smirked, her confidence fully restored. “Did you really think I’d let Falck win without a backup plan?”Jake frowned. “But the charges—the evidence—”“All part of the game,” a voice interrupted. The tall visitor from the previous night emerged from the shadows, their trench coat billowing slightly as they walked. “Let’s just say some strings were pulled.”Mrs. Abbott crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. “What’s your angle? Why help us?”The visitor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I told you—I despise Falck. But more importantly, I see potential in you. With the right guidance, you could be more than just pawns in his game.”Jake glanced n
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250---**Later that evening** Allvar’s office, usually a picture of order and control, was abuzz with unease. Clarabelle paced, her sharp heels clicking against the marble floor as she barked instructions into her phone. “I don’t care how long it takes—trace the source of those logs. Every server. Every access point. I want answers *now.*” Falck watched her silently from behind his desk, his sharp gaze narrowing as he considered her. Despite her loyalty, the evidence against her was too precise, too perfect. It wasn’t her style to leave loose ends. “Clarabelle,” he said finally, his tone calm but loaded with meaning. She ended the call and turned to him. “Yes?” “Do you think I’m a fool?” Her expression faltered for the briefest moment before she schooled it into neutrality. “Of course not.” “Then explain why someone is going to such great lengths to frame you,” he continued, standing and walking around the desk. “Why you, of all people? There are others in my organiza
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251**The Next Day** Allvar adjusted the frayed scarf around his neck as he stepped into the crisp morning air. Dressed in faded jeans and an old jacket, he looked more like a man who’d wandered off the street than someone of his stature. It wasn’t often he dressed down—his position demanded a certain level of polish—but today, he needed anonymity. If the antique dealers knew who he was, the price of the clock he sought would magically triple. His goal was clear: find a vintage clock for Lily’s grandmother. He had promised to deliver something special, and Allvar never went back on his word. But as he stepped into the first shop on the narrow, cobbled street, he realized this task might be trickier than he’d imagined. The bell above the door jingled as Allvar entered, and a wiry old man behind the counter greeted him with a suspicious squint. The shop smelled of aged wood and dust, the shelves cluttered with trinkets and relics that seemed to groan under their own histories. “
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252Lily’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes scanning the crowded room. The laughter and chatter of the guests around her felt like a distant echo, her mind fixed solely on one thing—Allvar. He had promised to bring the antique clock, the one she’d been dying to give her grandmother, but with every passing second, her anxiety mounted. What if he didn’t show up? What if he had forgotten?Her gaze swept over the guests again, her fingers twitching at her sides. She tried to calm her breath, but the tightness in her chest grew. Where was he?"Relax, Lily, he’ll be here," she whispered to herself, though the reassurance felt hollow.But as if to mock her thoughts, a voice broke through the noise, sharp and unmistakable. Tobias."Still waiting for that prince charming, Lily?" he drawled, his voice smooth and condescending. Lily stiffened, her back straightening in defiance as she turned to face him."Tobias," she said with a strained smile, her tone icy. "I told you already, stay away f
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253Allvar smiled warmly as Lily approached, his deep blue eyes softening as they met hers. He held out the box with a gentle nod. "For your grandmother," he said, his voice steady yet filled with a quiet reassurance. Lily took the box, her hands brushing against his briefly. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Relief poured through her like a river breaking through a dam. "You have no idea how much this means to me." But their moment was short-lived. "Unbelievable," Tobias growled, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. His footsteps were heavy, purposeful, as he strode toward them, his face contorted with rage. Lily instinctively stepped closer to Allvar, clutching the box tightly to her chest as if it could shield her from Tobias’s fury. "You," Tobias spat, pointing an accusatory finger at Allvar. "You think you can just waltz in here, play the hero, and take what’s mine?" Allvar’s brows furrowed in confusion, but he held his ground,
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254The tension in the room grew thicker as the noise of Tobias's shouting reverberated through the walls. People began to gather at the doorway, whispering amongst themselves, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Isn’t that Tobias?” someone murmured. “He’s completely lost it,” another whispered back. Tobias’s face was red with rage, his voice echoing over the quiet hum of the spectators. “You think you’re better than me, Allvar? Strutting around here like you own the place with your smug face and pompous attitude!” Allvar tilted his head slightly, his calm composure unbroken. “Smug? Pompous? My dear Tobias, if confidence and composure offend you so deeply, I shudder to think how you handle everyday life.” His voice was as smooth as silk, laced with a subtle arrogance that made Tobias’s fists clench even tighter. Lily’s temper flared once again. “Tobias, stop this! You’re acting like a child throwing a tantrum,” she snapped, stepping forward and placing herself f
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298Allvar didn’t answer right away. His mind was working, trying to come up with a way out, a plan, anything. But the truth was, he wasn’t sure he could escape. The pain from the slap still throbbed in his jaw, and the ropes around his wrists were too tight to slip free from. His muscles burned, his body heavy with fatigue from the earlier struggles.Tobias waited, watching him carefully. “Nothing to say? Interesting.”Allvar glared at him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His thoughts raced, trying to formulate a plan. But Tobias’s mocking gaze made it hard to focus. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together.“You’re not going to win,” Allvar said quietly, though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed it himself. “This will end. It always does.”Tobias chuckled darkly, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”Allvar couldn’t help but snap. The frustration, the anger, it all welled up inside of him. “Why don’t you just get it o
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297The stocky man shrugged. “Told you. He’s—”Without warning, Tobias slapped Allvar across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the warehouse. Allvar’s head snapped to the side, and a groan escaped his lips. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.“There he is,” Tobias said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. He crouched down again, grabbing Allvar by the chin and forcing him to look up. “Welcome back, Allvar. Did you have a nice nap?”Allvar winced, his jaw throbbing from the slap. He tried to pull away, but Tobias’s grip tightened. “Go to hell,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.Tobias chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ve got some fight left in you. Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”The tall man and the stocky one snickered behind him, but Tobias silenced them with a sharp look. “You two—stand back. I’ll handle this.”They nodded quickly, retreating a few steps but staying close enough to watch.Tobias turned his attention back to Allvar, his expression turning
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296The group moved quickly through the damp alley, their prisoner slumped between the tall man and the stocky one. Allvar’s body hung limply, his head drooping as though unconscious. His feet dragged against the ground, leaving faint streaks of blood in their wake. The men didn’t seem to care, their focus solely on bringing him to Tobias."Pick up the pace," the tall man growled, his voice sharp with irritation. His eyes darted ahead, scanning the darkened alley for any signs of danger. "Boss doesn’t like waiting."The stocky man grunted in annoyance. "What’s the rush? He’s not going anywhere. Look at him—barely breathing.""Yeah? And whose fault will it be if he dies before Tobias gets a word out of him?" the tall man snapped, shooting his partner a glare that could cut through steel. His grip tightened on Allvar’s arm as if to emphasize the point.The stocky man let out an exasperated sigh but said nothing. "Not my problem," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes flicked to
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295“Careful,” the tall man said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t want him bleeding out before Tobias sees him.”Weston chuckled, shaking Allvar’s limp arm. “Bleeding out?” he scoffed. “Look at him. He’s practically swimming in his own blood already. Tobias’ll think we hit a slaughterhouse on the way.”Allvar could barely make out their words through the haze of pain, his vision blurring in and out. His muscles trembled, but he held on, fighting against the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. He clenched his teeth and managed to grunt, though his words came out in a painful rasp. “You… won’t win,” he hissed, barely audible, but enough to taunt them.The tall man stopped in his tracks, turning to lean down toward Allvar. He moved slowly, his breath hot and foul against Allvar’s ear as he whispered. “Win?” The man’s voice was thick with amusement. “Oh, Allvar, we already have. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”Weston snorted behind him, clearly enjoying the
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294The sound of heavy boots brought Allvar back from the brink of unconsciousness. His body felt like it was being torn apart, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his limbs. His skin was slick with sweat, his breath ragged and shallow. He stirred slightly, barely able to move, and his surroundings swam in and out of focus.The storage closet was still cloaked in darkness, a suffocating void of silence and pain. Allvar tried to push himself up, but his strength failed him. His head was pounding, and his body was weak from the beating he had taken earlier. He could hear the footsteps now, their rhythm echoing through the narrow space. The voices outside were unmistakably closer, too close.“Check that door again,” barked one of the men, his voice sharp with authority.“All right, all right,” came the response, gruff and impatient. “You checked it five minutes ago, Holt. He’s not Houdini. He’s not gonna vanish into thin air.”“You checked it, but you didn’t check it right
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293Desperation coursed through him, pushing him forward once more, despite the pain, despite the blood dripping down his side. Every movement burned, but stopping wasn’t an option. His breaths came short and fast, his chest heaving with the effort.“It’s not… it’s not far…” Allvar rasped, though he knew he was lying to himself. His body was failing him, and he could feel it. He was slowing down, his legs refusing to carry him any further. Every step felt like an eternity, his boots dragging against the uneven pavement.A voice in his head screamed at him to stop, to rest, to let the pain win. But he shook his head violently, gritting his teeth. "No… not yet," he hissed, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.The narrow alley stretched endlessly ahead of him, the shadows swallowing the dim light of the flickering streetlamps. The air smelled of damp concrete and rot, and the walls seemed to close in tighter with every step he took.“Where is it?” he mutte
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292Allvar’s legs screamed in agony as he forced himself to move, each step like a hot iron being driven into his muscles. The bleeding from the stab wound in his side had slowed to a steady trickle, but the pain was unbearable, gnawing at him with every breath. He could feel the blood soaking into his shirt, warm and sticky, as it ran down his torso.He had to keep going.“Move, damn it,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. “Just one more step. One more…”But his body wasn’t listening. Each movement felt heavier, slower. Tobias’s men were closing in, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alleyways like death’s march. He couldn’t afford to stop, couldn’t let them get close enough to see the blood. If they saw it, they’d know how weak he was.Allvar glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the darkened streets. “Where the hell are they?” he whispered, his voice trembling. The night was too quiet. He could hear his own heart pounding, erratic and loud, in his ears
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291“They’re getting closer,” Allvar repeated, his voice laced with desperation as he stumbled forward, his gaze darting over his shoulder. The faint echo of footsteps reverberated in the cold night air, sending a shiver down his spine. His stomach churned as the realization hit him—Tobias’s men were closing in, and his options were running out.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. “I can’t let him win. Not like this.”The sound of footsteps grew louder, more distinct. Allvar’s eyes darted to the left, then the right, scanning the maze of narrow alleyways and shadowed buildings. Every pathway seemed to stretch into endless darkness, and every corner felt like a potential ambush. He forced himself to make a choice, lunging toward a dimly lit alley to his left.“You’re wasting time,” he hissed to himself. “Move, Allvar. Move!”His boots pounded against the uneven ground as he sprinted forward, his breaths ragged and sharp in the icy air. His heart hammer
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290The men scrambled to comply, their fear propelling them into action. But Tobias wasn’t finished. His eyes locked onto one of them, the closest to him, as he advanced slowly, his footsteps deliberate and menacing.“You,” Tobias spat, his voice like ice. “You were supposed to keep him contained. What the hell happened?”The man’s breath hitched as he swallowed hard, eyes darting nervously. “I—I’m sorry, Tobias,” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back, his body tense, as though he were anticipating the strike. “We didn’t—”Before the man could finish, Tobias’s hand shot out, the blade flashing in the low light. He didn’t hesitate. The knife buried itself deep into the man’s neck with a sickening sound, blood spraying across the floor. A gurgling sound escaped the man’s throat as he collapsed to the ground, his hands twitching desperately in his final moments.The remaining men froze, their eyes wide in horror. The air in the room thickened, filled with the scent of blood and terro
