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Olivia stood in the doorway of Carlos's guestroom, her hand lingering on the doorknob. The early morning light had not yet broken through the windows, and the room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping inside.Quietly, she padded across the floor and sat gently on the edge of the bed. Carlos lay there, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept. His face, usually marked by tension and stress, looked peaceful for once, his features soft in the stillness of sleep. His thick black hair was tousled, resting across his forehead in a way that made him look almost boyish. Olivia couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him.How did they end up here? She thought as her gaze softened. The long journey they had made, the obstacles they had faced, and the lives they had both lost to the common enemy they shared— Edgar and the woman he worked for. Fate, it seemed, had twi
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Carlos sat in the dimly lit living room, the silence only broken by the occasional clatter of keys as Jon worked on his laptop. The weight of the situation settled on him, pressing heavily against his chest. He’d been through a lot, but this… this was different. Tomorrow, they’d be facing Edgar, a man who seemed untouchable, a man with power, money, and the ruthlessness to destroy anyone who crossed him. But they had no choice. It was either strike first or be hunted.He glanced across the room at Jon, who was entirely focused on the glowing screen in front of him. Whatever he was working on, it had to do with tomorrow’s mission. He was double checking everything— the coordinates, the intel, the logistics. Making sure there were no mistakes. Carlos pushed himself off the couch, his mind racing. He couldn’t just sit there any longer, not with all that was hanging over them. He needed to talk to Jon. They hadn’t really had a proper introduction, and Jon was risking just as much as he w
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As the heavy door to the living room closed behind Olivia and Jon, Carlos stood for a moment, staring at the empty space they left behind. His thoughts churned, the weight of the plan pressing on his shoulders. Everything they’d talked about had led to this— no more waiting, no more failed missions. They were going after Edgar, and there was no turning back.Carlos paced the room, his mind racing with possibilities. Every step felt like a countdown, every thought a reminder of how much they stood to lose. He couldn't afford to make a mistake. Not with Jon, Olivia, or himself.Determined, Carlos walked toward the kitchen. He needed something to clear his head. The tension between them had built up so thick he could almost taste it. A glass of water might help, even if just for a moment. As he poured the water and stared at it, he couldn't help but replay Jon’s words in his head.Jon had been right: This wasn’t just a simple mission. Edgar wasn’t someone they could easily bring down. He
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The early light of dawn broke through the thin curtains of their small rented cabin in Hawaii, casting soft shadows on the walls. The quiet of the morning was pierced by the low hum of Jon’s alarm. He slapped it off with a groggy hand, glancing over at Carlos and Olivia who were already stirring. It was time. The tension in the room was palpable, none of them needing to say a word to feel the weight of what lay ahead. Today was the day they’d leave for New York, and the only thing on everyone’s mind was Edgar.Olivia was the first to move, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen to start coffee. She was the most prepared, the one who seemed to keep it all together, even when the walls felt like they were closing in. Carlos sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. His mind was miles away, already in New York, already thinking about the dangerous mission they were about to undertake.“Everyone ready?” Olivia asked, her voice cutting through the silence. She poured coffee
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Carlos took a deep breath and glanced at the envelope in his hand before slowly extending it toward Deon. But just as Deon’s fingers grazed the envelope, Carlos pulled it back slightly. "Actually, Deon, how about this?" Carlos’s voice was calm but tense. "You get paid after the job’s done. That way, we know you’ll deliver as promised."For a second, the warehouse felt even more silent than before, as if the very air had paused in anticipation. Deon’s eyes slowly narrowed, his smirk fading into a look of cold disbelief. His fingers, which had been poised to grab the envelope, curled into a fist at his side."Are you serious right now?" Deon’s voice dropped low, a dangerous undertone rippling through it. He took a step forward, towering over Carlos.Carlos swallowed hard, feeling the shift in the atmosphere. Olivia and Jon exchanged uneasy glances, both sensing the storm brewing. Jon’s hand twitched slightly at his side, as if he was debating whether to reach for something – anything –
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Carlos, Olivia, and Jon climbed into Olivia’s SUV, with Deon’s four hired men piling into the back, their presence looming silently over them. The tension was thick in the air as Olivia started the engine, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. Carlos, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to Jon in the back.“So what's next?” Carlos muttered, barely loud enough for the others to hear. “We can’t just charge in without knowing what we’re up against.”Jon nodded, his eyes darting nervously from Carlos to the four men in the back, who watched with steely eyes, saying nothing but making their presence known with every heavy breath. One of them, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, leaned forward slightly as if waiting for some signal.“We should head to my apartment,” Carlos suggested, his voice firm but laced with frustration. “We’ll figure out our next move there.”Olivia hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror where
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Carlos’s hand shook as the cold metal of the gun pressed against Edgar’s forehead. His finger hovered over the trigger, but there was no rush, no panic. This was his moment. He'd been waiting for this confrontation for what felt like an eternity. Sweat trickled down his temple as his heartbeat thrummed loudly in his ears. The adrenaline coursing through his veins kept him on edge. His lips curled into a cold smile as he looked Edgar dead in the eye.“If you’ve got any last words, Edgar, now’s the time to say them.”The room was so tense you could hear the distant hum of machinery, the faint creak of old metal, and the harsh breathing of everyone present. Edgar’s remaining men stood motionless, guns still holstered but completely useless. Toby held them at gunpoint, both pistols unwavering in his hands as he stood a few feet away. His eyes flicked between the remaining guards and Edgar, waiting for the first sign of trouble. Toby’s fingers were tense on the triggers, but he wouldn’t fi
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As the car pulled into the underground parking lot beneath Carlos's apartment, the tense silence that had followed them since the last heated exchange gave way to a new wave of exhaustion. The hum of the engine died down, replaced by the soft echo of footsteps as they all exited the vehicle, shadows dancing under the dim yellow lights overhead. The air smelled faintly of oil and concrete— an unwelcoming scent, but familiar in its own way.Carlos rubbed his neck, feeling the tension that had settled there. His eyes darted around the parking lot, as if expecting trouble to emerge from the dark corners at any moment. Old habits, he supposed. Olivia was beside him, her posture as rigid and controlled as always. Jon and Toby trailed a few steps behind, with Deon’s men, silent as ever, taking up the rear. They were like shadows— faceless, emotionless, and entirely too dangerous to underestimate."Let’s get inside before anything else happens tonight," Carlos muttered, the weariness creeping
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Carlos stepped out of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the modest apartment building. The tension was palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap. Miguel and a few of their men flanked him, their movements swift and precise, well rehearsed from countless operations before. But this one— this was personal.Miguel gestured toward the entrance. "We’ve got the building surrounded. No one’s getting out without us knowing."Carlos nodded, his face a mask of steely resolve as they made their way toward the building. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of anticipation building in his chest. His heart pounded in time with his footsteps, but his expression remained calm, collected.They reached the entrance, a narrow hallway leading to Olivia’s apartment on the second floor. Carlos took a deep breath, steadying himself before he climbed the stairs, Miguel close behind. The air was thick with the humid heat of Mumbai, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he barely noticed. His focus wa
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A Few Months Later.....Carlos sat in the largest office of the company he now owned, the enormous windows stretching from floor to ceiling behind him. The room, once a place of ridicule and frustration, had become his empire— rebuilt in his image, every piece of furniture a testament to his power. Yet, despite the luxury, the carefully curated space, and the city bustling beneath him, Carlos found no peace.His hands gripped the arms of his chair, the tension in his knuckles betraying his thoughts. From this vantage point, he could see the chaotic movement of New York, the ant like people scurrying far below, unaware of the power struggles happening so high above their heads. His eyes were on the horizon, but his mind was far away.It wasn’t the money. It wasn’t the firm. Those were easy victories— too easy, if he was honest with himself. No, the real prize had always been elusive, slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tried to hold on. Olivia.The name alone sent a w
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A few days later....Carlos wheeled out of the elevator, a low hum from its descent fading as the elevator doors hissed shut behind him. The spacious office floor that had once been a place of ambition and humiliation now stretched out before him, utterly transformed. His eyes moved over the sleek furnishings, the modern lighting, and the polished marble floors, but his mind was far from admiring the décor. He could feel the weight of every gaze in the room, every stiffened posture. Miguel, his uncle, stood beside him, tall and brooding with an unreadable expression. Behind them, Carlos’s men – all ex-military and highly trained – flanked him, their presence a silent reminder of who Carlos had become. The former worker, the man once kicked around and demeaned, was now their new boss. The heir of the Martinez empire.The low murmur of the staff hushed the moment Carlos's wheelchair moved forward with a faint electric whirr, the entire floor falling into silence. Heads turned, faces dr
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A few months later.....Carlos sat quietly in the large, beautifully landscaped garden of the Martinez family estate. The sun, golden and warm, cast long rays through the trees, painting the glass walls of the house in shimmering reflections. This estate, known as the "Glass Fortress," was hidden deep within the woods, far from prying eyes, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. The trees around swayed gently in the breeze, the air crisp and filled with the scent of pine and freshly cut grass. Carlos wheeled himself to the edge of the garden path, close enough to admire the serene beauty but far enough to avoid being touched by the world beyond.His fingers absentmindedly traced the cool metal of the wheelchair’s arms, but his mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of his lost children and the ex-wife who had taken them. He had moments like this often, where he would retreat into the solace of nature, trying to find some peace in the rhythm of the forest, but peace always s
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The following night...Carlos sat silently at the edge of the stage, his guitar resting against his knee, watching as the last of the small crowd dispersed into the fading twilight. Andrew and Peter were packing up their instruments, exchanging a few light-hearted jokes, but Carlos wasn’t in the mood for banter. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about Miguel and everything he had said. He was torn between disbelief and a gnawing curiosity that had kept him awake most of the night.“Hey, you good?” Andrew’s voice cut through his thoughts. He was standing beside Carlos, his keyboard case slung over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since we finished playing.”Carlos nodded, though his thoughts were still muddled. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, avoiding Andrew’s concerned gaze. “Just thinking.”Andrew raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but didn’t push. “Well, let us know if you need anything, man. We’re here for you.”“Thanks,” Carlos replied, his t
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The following evening.....Carlos’s fingers slid over the smooth strings of his guitar, his eyes shut as he strummed the chords with practiced ease. The rhythmic notes echoed through the park, melding into the cool evening air. Andrew sat beside him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, while Peter tapped his drumsticks lightly against the cajón, filling the space with a steady beat. A small crowd had gathered around their makeshift stage, captivated by the music, swaying gently to the melody. It was a simple life, playing for strangers who’d toss spare change into their tip jar, but it was theirs. For a few hours each day, they were free. Free from the burden of life’s harsh realities, free from the pain and memories that haunted them all.As Carlos played, his gaze drifted across the crowd, briefly landing on a familiar figure. Miguel. The man from the night before. He stood just at the edge of the gathering, his broad frame silhouetted by the streetlights, arms crossed over his ch
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Several years later.The subway platform was as familiar to Carlos as his own skin by now, the dim, flickering lights overhead casting long, uneven shadows across the grimy floor. The night was biting cold, seeping through the thin layers of his old jacket, but he had long stopped minding it. After all, the chill had become a constant companion. Andrew and Peter were already setting up when he rolled up in his wheelchair, the squeaky wheels echoing slightly in the nearly empty tunnel. A few people hurried past, heads down, not sparing a second glance at the trio who were about to fill the subway with their melodies. Andrew adjusted his guitar strap, his fingers hovering over the strings, testing out a few chords. He glanced at Carlos, his face creased with the weariness of life. “Ready for another night, my man?” Andrew asked, his voice gruff but kind.Carlos offered a tight lipped smile. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, positioning himself beside them. His voice, though
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A few days later...Olivia sat on the cold, hard stool next to Carlos's hospital bed, staring at his motionless body. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, and the machines around him hummed and beeped rhythmically, tracking his every breath and heartbeat. The room smelled sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic in the air, and the bright, artificial light from the ceiling cast harsh shadows across his face.She crossed her legs, her foot tapping softly against the tiled floor, her hands resting on her lap as she watched him. Her mind drifted, but the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips remained— subtle but triumphant. It's done, she thought, her heart racing at the thought. After years of planning, manipulation, and waiting, her mission was finally complete. The mighty Carlos Wilson was lying before her, utterly helpless.A nurse entered the room, her soft footsteps barely audible on the floor. She smiled at Olivia, a kind but professional smile, and then turned her attent
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Nearly an hour later...Olivia’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as she turned into the driveway of their family home. The soft hum of the car’s engine quieted, leaving only the excited voices of her two children, Alex and Alexa, who were both animatedly chatting about their time at the beauty shop. Alexa had chosen a two sided pony, and Alex was still giddy about his hair trim. “Mama, look! Do you think Daddy will like my ponys? And nails?” Alexa asked, holding her tiny hands up to admire the glittery pink polish as the sunlight glinted off them. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy, and Olivia forced a smile onto her face.“Yes, sweetheart, Daddy will love them. I’m sure he’ll be so proud,” Olivia replied, her voice betraying none of the turmoil churning inside her. She parked the car, the engine’s quiet purr cutting off abruptly, leaving the driveway still and eerily silent.Alex unbuckled his seatbelt with the speed of a child who couldn’t wait to share exciting news. “I can’t wait