Carlos woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile smell of the hospital room. The early dawn light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. His body felt heavy, a dull ache pulsing from his injured arm, but the pain was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.He reached for his phone lying on the bed beside him, his mind still fixated on Edgar. He had to find out more— anything that could give him a lead. With a shaky hand, he opened his browser and typed 'Edgar' into the search bar, hoping to stumble upon something that could help him track down the man who had turned his life into a nightmare.Minutes passed, stretching into hours as he sifted through irrelevant results, each one adding to his frustration. There were no clear matches, no pictures that resembled the man who haunted his memory. Just as his patience was wearing thin, his phone beeped— a notification telling him it needed to be plugged in.“F
The tension in the Stone residence grew over the next few days as everyone anticipated a possible attack from either Edgar or the unknown woman. But to their surprise, nothing happened. No attacks, no strange incidents — just silence.A few weeks later, on a cold early morning, Carlos found himself strolling down one of the hallways of the Stone residence. His footsteps barely made a sound as he moved across the polished, gleaming tiled floor. The hall was adorned with elegant paintings, each piece of artwork framed in gold and reflecting the wealth of the household. Carlos admired the art as he walked, momentarily lost in thought.Ahead of him, he noticed Senator Harvey walking toward him in the opposite direction. Carlos straightened his posture, preparing to greet the senator with respect. As they passed each other, Carlos gave a courteous nod, his head bowing slightly. "Good morning, sir."The senator returned the greeting, but his cold, disapproving glare was impossible to miss.
As Carlos walked off into the building, his heart pounded with a mixture of regret and pain. He could feel Abby’s eyes burning into his back, but he didn’t dare turn around. His mind swirled with thoughts of her declaration, her love, and how quickly he had crushed it to protect her from the senator’s wrath. Every step felt heavier as he moved farther away from the entrance, away from Abby, and toward an uncertain future.Back at the entrance, Abby stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock, disbelief coursing through her. Her father, Senator Harvey, stood beside her, his face still set in a deep frown of disapproval.“Abby, you need to understand—” the senator began, but Abby interrupted him, her voice shaky and filled with frustration.“No, Dad, you don’t get to do this! You don’t get to decide who I love and don’t love. How could you threaten to disown me? Over this? Over Carlos?” Abby’s voice cracked as she spoke, but her resolve didn’t waver.The senator let out an exasperated sigh, c
As the first light of dawn barely peeked over the horizon, Carlos stepped out of the Stone residence, the cold morning air biting at his skin. He had left Abby behind, as promised, and now stood outside the grand mansion, glancing back one last time at the place that had given him sanctuary. It was strange, thinking that only hours ago, he had been safe inside, surrounded by walls of luxury and protection. Now, he was out in the open, vulnerable, and alone.He pulled his jacket tighter around him and took a deep breath, scanning the quiet, empty street. His mind raced as he set off down the sidewalk, cautious and alert, every sound making him glance over his shoulder. He had to move quickly. He had no idea who might be watching or if anyone had already picked up his trail.The shadows of the early morning seemed to stretch longer as Carlos quickened his pace. His thoughts drifted to Toby, his old friend and the only person who might still be able to help him. Toby had once offered to
After Toby brushed off Carlos's thanks with a casual, "What are friends for?" the two settled into a more comfortable conversation. Carlos ate his meal slowly, savoring the warmth and familiarity of Toby’s presence. Halfway through the meal, Carlos glanced up, a thought crossing his mind.“How’s work been?” Carlos asked, pushing his plate aside slightly. “I haven’t heard much, and it’s been…well, you know, almost four months since I last showed up.”Toby leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Work’s been fine, I guess. It’s not quite the same without you there, though. The place feels a little off, you know? Like a piece of the puzzle is missing. People have asked about you, but they don’t know the whole story.”Carlos sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go back, if at all. I don’t even know if I still have a job at this point.”Toby shook his head quickly. “You don’t have to worry about your spot. The boss understands what’s going on. He’
The moment was tense, with the air thick and heavy as Carlos and Toby stepped further into the dimly lit warehouse. The flicker of faint light from the high, broken windows did little to dispel the darkness looming around them. Shadows seemed to shift unnaturally in the corners of the vast, cold space. The silence was deafening— too silent.Then, without warning, it all exploded.A sharp creak from behind. The doors slammed shut, echoing through the warehouse like a gunshot. From every dark corner, men emerged, faces masked in the gloom, rushing them in a violent ambush. The first hit came fast— a hard strike to Toby’s ribs that sent him staggering. Carlos spun to defend himself, narrowly dodging a punch aimed for his face, but the numbers were overwhelming. They had no time to think. Bodies slammed into them from all sides, and a flurry of fists, elbows, and knees rained down. Carlos swung wildly, managing to connect with a man’s jaw, but another grabbed him from behind, pinning his
The car door slammed shut with a heavy thud, echoing in the quiet, sunlit street. Toby slid into the driver’s seat, gritting his teeth as the sharp pain from his bruises flared up. His hands were shaking slightly, still raw from the scuffle as he gripped the wheel. Carlos limped his way around the car, every step feeling like an ordeal. He opened the passenger door, dragging his sore body into the seat, and let out a low groan of discomfort. The bright midday sun spilled across the dashboard, casting long shadows, but it did nothing to ease the tension between them.The drive away from the warehouse and into the city felt both urgent and painfully slow. The sunlit roads stretched ahead of them, but neither of them could enjoy the peaceful day. Their minds were still racing, stuck in the chaos of the ambush they’d just barely escaped.And after what felt like an eternity, Carlos was the first to break the silence."Man... what the hell was that?" His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix
The doorbell rang sharply through Toby’s apartment, cutting through the low hum of the TV in the living room. It was 5 p.m., the following day after the ambush, and Carlos and Toby had spent the better part of the day trying to figure out their next move. But the unexpected sound startled them both, their muscles tensing as they exchanged a glance.Carlos grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, the room instantly plunging into an uneasy silence. "You expecting anyone?" he asked, his voice low, eyes wide.Toby shook his head. "Not a soul, man."They sat frozen for a beat, waiting, listening. The bell rang again. Louder this time, more insistent. A wave of panic swept through the room. "Who could it be?" Carlos whispered, his voice barely audible, but edged with tension. Toby shook his head. "I don’t know. And it's a rare thing for anyone to come here, without me inviting them over.."As if on instinct, Toby then reached for the gun he had been keeping nearby since yesterday’s events.