Liam's POVI spent the next two hours driving through the city looking for any sign of Sarah or David but came up empty at every turn.I checked the places we'd been together and the areas where she'd said the Ndrangheta had chased her but found nothing except empty streets and closed storefronts.It was like she'd disappeared completely and taken every trace of her existence with her.My phone buzzed with a message from Claire asking if I was coming to the office tomorrow and I saw an opportunity to get information without seeming too desperate. I called her back and kept my voice casual when she answered."I might stop by in the morning," I said while turning down another street that looked promising but turned out to be another dead end. "By the way have you seen Sarah around?""No," Claire replied immediately. "Why would I have seen her?""Just wondering," I said quickly. "She mentioned she might go out earlier and I wanted to make sure she got back safely.""I haven't seen her an

Liam's POVI barely slept that night because my mind kept replaying everything my father had told me in the warehouse.By the time morning came I'd made my decision about what I was going to do and it didn't involve stepping down or letting Mr. Rossi manipulate me with half truths and carefully constructed lies.I drove to the Rossi mansion before most people were awake because I wanted to catch them off guard and not give them time to prepare their defenses.The gates opened for me like they always did and I walked through the front door without bothering to wait for anyone to let me in.Mr. Rossi and Vincent were in the dining room having breakfast when I found them and both of them looked up in surprise when I burst through the doorway. I didn't give them time to ask questions or tell me to leave."You're not withdrawing anything from Harrington Tech," I said and my voice came out harder than I'd intended. "Not the shares and not your support and not anything else you were planning

Liam's POVElijah moved fast once I gave him the go ahead and within twenty four hours he'd managed to get commitments from every major news outlet in the city to cover what he was calling a major announcement about Harrington Tech's future.The conference room on the top floor was packed with reporters and camera crews and people I didn't recognize who were probably bloggers or industry analysts looking for a story they could spin into clicks.Claire had tried one more time that morning to talk me out of it. She'd shown up at my penthouse before dawn with coffee and concern written all over her face and we'd spent an hour going in circles about whether this was the right move.But I'd already made up my mind and eventually she'd realized that nothing she said was going to change it."Just be careful up there," she'd said before we left. "Don't say anything that gives them ammunition to use against you later.""I'll be careful," I'd promised even though we both knew that going public

Liam's POVElijah finally broke his silence and leaned forward in his chair with his elbows resting on the desk. "Alright. I'll move into the penthouse."I was very relieved because having him agree meant one less person I had to worry about being alone and vulnerable. "Good. We can start moving your things tonight if you want.""But I have a condition," Elijah said and his jaw set in a way that told me he wasn't going to negotiate on this point. "Ashley doesn't come. I won't allow her under the same roof with us."The relief I'd felt a moment ago evaporated. "Why not? She's at risk too.""I don't trust her," Elijah replied flatly. "Something about her doesn't add up and I'm not comfortable having her that close when we're supposed to be protecting each other."I wanted to argue because Ashley had proven herself loyal multiple times and leaving her out felt wrong. But looking at Elijah's face I could see this was non negotiable and pushing him would only create problems we didn't need

Liam's POVMy father stared at me for a long moment then shook his head slowly. "Liam you are all bandaged up — You nearly died. You lost so much blood that your brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. You're thinking about things that aren't real because of the trauma your body went through."“How did you know?” I asked.“Ashley called.” He responded immediately.I opened my mouth to argue but doubt crept in because maybe he was right.Maybe that memory I'd seen wasn't actually a memory at all but just my dying brain creating images from fragments of things I'd heard over the years.The conversation between him and Mr. Edwards had felt real but trauma did strange things to people and I'd definitely been traumatized."Come inside," my father said while stepping back to let me through the door. "You shouldn't be out of the hospital and you definitely shouldn't be standing on my doorstep at this hour. Have you eaten anything?""No," I admitted because I couldn't remember the last time I'd h