Jennifer’s fingers trembled as she pressed the button to block Frank’s number on her phone. The action felt like a final severing of the ties that had bound her to him for months. A mixture of anger and sorrow bubbled within her, but she swallowed it down, pushing back the tears that threatened to spill. She had no choice; Eddie had made that clear. As she finished, she stared blankly at the screen for a few moments before tossing her phone onto her bed. The room was quiet—too quiet. The silence was suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides. She could still hear Eddie’s harsh words echoing in her mind, each one laced with a venom she had never before heard from him."How could he treat me like this?" Jennifer muttered to herself, pacing back and forth in her room. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, trapping her in this place she had once called home. Now, it felt more like a prison.Eddie had always been overprotective, but this was different. He wasn’t just trying
Jennifer’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked through the dimly lit streets, the echoes of her footsteps the only sound in the still night. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, every rustle of leaves caused her to look over her shoulder, expecting to see Eddie’s stern face glaring back at her. But the streets remained empty, and she pressed on, determined to find Frank and get the answers she so desperately needed.The city was eerily quiet at this hour, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an unsettling calm. Jennifer pulled her jacket tighter around herself, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. She didn’t know where Frank was, but she had a good idea of where to start looking. There was a small bar on the outskirts of town where Frank often went when he wanted to be alone. It was a dingy place, the kind that catered to those who wanted to disappear for a while. If Frank was anywhere, he’d be there.As she walked, Jennifer couldn’t help but r
Eddie had always believed that his return to New York would be quiet, a simple reacquaintance with the city he once called home. But as he stepped off the plane and inhaled the familiar, gritty air of the metropolis, he knew that peace was something he could never truly grasp, not in this city, and not with the kind of past he had.New York was as he remembered—chaotic, alive, and full of the kind of people who were always looking for a way out, a way up, or a way to survive. Eddie was no different. He had left the city years ago, hoping to find something better, something that wouldn't constantly remind him of what he was running from. But like so many others before him, Eddie found that no matter where he went, the ghosts of his past followed closely, whispering in his ear, pulling him back to the place where it all began.It was no surprise then, that within hours of arriving, Eddie found himself face-to-face with one of those very ghosts—Axton. Axton was a man Eddie had hoped nev
Eddie stormed into the dimly lit underground club, his eyes scanning the crowded room for a familiar face. The bass from the music thudded in his chest, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing within him. He pushed past clusters of people, ignoring their curious glances, until he finally spotted the man he was looking for.Axton sat at a secluded booth in the corner, a glass of whiskey in hand. His dark, tailored suit blended seamlessly with the shadows, and the flickering light from the nearby candle cast sharp angles across his face. Eddie made a beeline for him, his steps purposeful and his expression set in stone.As he approached, Axton looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn’t Eddie the Enforcer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"Eddie didn’t bother with pleasantries. He slid into the booth across from Axton, his eyes burning with intensity. “I need your help, Axton. This is serious.”Axton raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat as he studied Eddie
Eddie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with steady hands. His reflection stared back at him, the familiar face now marked with a certain tension, a tightness around the eyes that hadn’t been there before. He exhaled slowly, trying to push away the conflicting thoughts swirling in his mind. Today was important, and he needed to stay focused.The plan had been laid out carefully by Agatha, her words laced with a subtle persuasion that Eddie found difficult to resist. She had framed it as a critical business move, a strategic partnership that would bring immense benefits to both their ventures. Eddie had listened, nodding along, all while trying to ignore the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But Agatha was persuasive, and her arguments made sense—at least on the surface.As he left his room, Eddie found Jennifer in the living room, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as he approached, her expression curious. “You’re all dressed up. Where are we goi
Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand as he listened to Agatha’s voice on the other end of the line. Her tone was smooth, confident, and dripping with satisfaction.“Eddie, you’ve done exceptionally well,” Agatha purred, her words wrapping around him like silk. “The government official you met with yesterday has already reached out to my company. He’s eager to discuss the details of our collaboration. You’ve opened the door for us, and I couldn’t be more pleased.”Eddie felt a surge of pride at her praise, but it was quickly tempered by a lingering unease. He had been so focused on making the right impression, on securing the deal, that he hadn’t fully considered the implications. Now, with Agatha’s words sinking in, he couldn’t help but feel like a pawn in a game much larger than he had anticipated.“I’m glad to hear that, Agatha,” Eddie
Eddie stood by the window, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as he gazed out at the city lights. The night was quiet, but his mind was anything but. The events of the past few days had left him on edge, and now, with Jennifer in the shower, he finally had a moment to put his plan into action.Setting the glass down on the table, Eddie picked up Jennifer’s phone, which she had carelessly left on the bed. The faint sound of water splashing from the bathroom assured him he had time. He needed to act quickly, but decisively.Eddie opened Jennifer’s messaging app and found the most recent conversation with Frank. His fingers hesitated momentarily over the screen, but he knew what he had to do. He began typing a message as if it were from Jennifer.“Frank, I don’t want to see you anymore. It’s over. Please stop contacting me.”He stared at the message for a moment, wondering if this would truly sever the ties between th
The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the small park by the lake. The air was crisp, with just a hint of the chill that would give way to a warmer day. Eddie stood near the edge of the lake, hands in his pockets, staring out at the still water. His thoughts were a jumble, a mix of anger, frustration, and uncertainty. He heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path behind him and turned to see Frank approaching.Frank looked tired, his face drawn and lined with worry, but there was a determined set to his jaw. He walked up to Eddie, stopping a few feet away, and the two men stood in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable.“Eddie,” Frank finally said, breaking the silence, his voice low and strained. “We need to talk.”Eddie nodded, not meeting Frank’s gaze. “Yeah, we do.”Frank took a deep breath, glancing around the quiet park. “I’m not her