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.
'MOMENTS LATER'Abby’s voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, her eyes narrowing as she glanced between Carlos and Toby. “What happened to your faces? Those bruises aren’t from sparring. Don’t even try lying to me.”Carlos shot a quick look at Toby, who shrugged, attempting to keep the air casual, but it was clear that Abby wasn’t buying their flimsy excuse. He sighed and rubbed his temple, trying to muster some calm. “It’s nothing, Abby. We just got into a little... disagreement, that’s all.”Toby nodded, echoing Carlos’ words as he leaned back on the couch, though his body language was stiff, as if bracing for her reaction. “Yeah, just a scuffle. You know how it is— guys being guys.”Abby crossed her arms, staring them both down as though daring them to continue their lie. “Guys being guys?” Her voice was filled with sarcasm, her gaze hard. “You think I’m an idiot? You’re not walking out of here without telling me the truth.”Carlos sighed, running a hand through his hair, fe
'THE FOLLOWING DAY'Carlos stirred awake early in the morning. The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the bedroom. He blinked a few times before stretching his arms, feeling the weight of the day ahead settling on his shoulders. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it read 6:05 AM. He groaned softly, rubbing his face, before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Toby, who shared the room with him, was still deep in sleep, sprawled out on his back, snoring lightly.Carlos stood up, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt. He felt the slight sting of the bruises still fresh from the encounter a few days prior, but the soreness had become a dull ache now. He ran a hand over his face, the morning air cool against his skin as he quietly padded toward the guestroom where Abby had stayed overnight.Outside her door, he hesitated for a second, unsure if he should wake her just yet. But they had a busy day ahead, and he knew she wouldn’t
'THREE MONTHS LATER'The piercing screech of Carlos's alarm shattered the peaceful quiet of his Manhattan apartment. He groaned, his hand fumbling over the nightstand, desperately reaching for his phone. His fingers finally landed on the buzzing device, and with a swift tap, he silenced the intrusive noise. The room fell back into a hushed calm, but the stillness did little to ease the weight that settled over him."Seven months," he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Seven damn months."Carlos swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet below. The excitement he should have felt about his first day back at work was dulled by the growing pit of anxiety in his stomach. "What will they say when I walk in?" he scolded himself, shaking his head as he made his way to the bathroom. "You disappear for months, and you think they're just going to welcome you back with open arms?"He stared at his reflection in the bathroom