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Too Late For Broken Promises
The private lounge smelled of leather, tobacco, and wealth. Vargas was already seated, dressed in a crisp white suit that gleamed under the amber lights. A glass of red wine rested in his hand, though he swirled it lazily instead of drinking. His eyes — sharp, cold, heavy with power — lifted as Antonio and Irene walked in.“Finally,” Vargas said, his accent thick but his English smooth. “Antonio. I thought you had forgotten Spain exists. Three months of excuses. Three months of silence.”Antonio smiled as if the words didn’t sting. He adjusted his cufflinks and took the seat across from him. “I’ve had matters to handle in New York. Serious matters. But I’m here now. That should count for something.”Vargas leaned back. “It counts for nothing. You break a deal, Antonio, it is no different than spitting in my face. I do not take that lightly.”Irene, who had been standing just behind Antonio, slid gracefully into the chair beside him. Her presence was deliberate, poised — she leaned for
A Dangerous Welcome
The airport had been quiet when Xavier and Clifford arrived. The night air in Spain was cool, carrying that faint salty breeze from the coast. They didn’t waste time, dragging their suitcases behind them until they spotted the car they’d requested waiting just outside.The driver didn’t say much when they got in. A nod, a clipped “hotel?” and then silence.At first, Xavier didn’t pay attention because he was tired, his head still pounding from all the drama back in New York. Clifford, too, was scrolling on his phone. But twenty minutes into the ride, Xavier leaned forward and frowned.“Wait,” he said, glancing at the GPS on his own phone. “This isn’t the route. He should’ve turned left five minutes ago.”Clifford looked up, checked his own map, and cursed under his breath.“Hey, amigo,” Clifford said sharply. “You missed a turn. The hotel’s back there.”The driver’s eyes stayed fixed on the road. He didn’t blink, didn’t speak, didn’t even acknowledge them.“Did you hear me?” Clifford
The Puppet Master
“I’ve got something,” Irene said with her silky tone.Antonio’s study was dimly lit, just a single lamp casting shadows across the room. Irene leaned against the edge of his desk, her long legs crossed deliberately, her eyes fixed on him with that sly, knowing glimmer. Antonio didn’t look up immediately. He poured himself a drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. “You always ‘have something' and half the time, it’s nothing.”“This isn’t nothing.” She leaned forward. “I found her. A woman who claims to be Xavier’s mother.”That got his attention. Antonio finally lifted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing. “His mother?”“Yes.” Irene’s smile widened. “Not just some woman. The woman. With a past… disturbing enough to make your skin crawl. She practically admitted she could give me all the dirt Xavier has been burying since he was a child. And for the right price? She’ll spill everything.”Antonio sipped his drink. No reaction. “Disturbing past and dirty secrets, sounds like a so
On Your Side
The front desk was already in chaos as Martha caused a scene in Xavier’s building when she was blocked from gaining entrance.“Please! I said I need to see him!” Martha’s voice rose over the security guards trying to hold her back. “You don’t understand, this is important!”“Ma’am, you cannot come in without an appointment. We've been asked not to let you in after the last time.” One of the guards stepped in front of her.“I don’t need an appointment to see my son!” she shouted, her hands clutching her worn handbag like a weapon.“Ma’am... I'm warning you.”The raised voices carried across the reception area. A few staff peeked from their cubicles, whispering. Just as one guard reached for Martha’s arm, another voice cut through the tension.“That's enough.”Amber’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she approached. Every eye followed her. She didn’t raise her voice, but the authority in her tone was enough to make both guards step back.“What’s happening here?” she asked.“S
August Visitor
The knock was sharp and impatient.Martha pulled the thin blanket tighter around her shoulders as she shuffled to the door. Her cheap hotel room smelled faintly of old cigarettes and disinfectant, and the air conditioner rattled weakly above. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Not here. Not in this part of town.When she opened the door, the last person she expected to see stood before her, a tall, elegant woman in a fitted coat, heels clicking against the hallway tile. Her hair was neatly pinned back, her lipstick flawless, her eyes sharp. She looked like she belonged in a five-star lobby, not this rundown hotel.“Uh… you must have the wrong door,” Martha muttered.The woman smiled faintly and stepped forward as though invited. “I don’t think I do.”Martha blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”“Lock the door,” the woman said calmly, sweeping past her into the dim room. “We need to talk.”Martha hesitated. “Who the hell are you?”“Irene.” She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, crossing her
Our Little Secret
The sharp smell of antiseptic stung Xavier’s nose the moment the stretcher rolled through the hospital doors. Everything around him was loud and chaotic with footsteps slapping against the tiled floor, nurses barking orders, machines beeping, but all he could hear was the rasp of his mother’s breathing.“Careful with her head,” one of the neighbors said as they wheeled her into an empty room.Xavier ran beside the stretcher, holding tightly onto her hand. His palms were clammy, his heart refusing to calm. He kept whispering her name as though his voice alone could anchor her to consciousness.They stopped in a small ward. A nurse in a crisp uniform rushed over, pulling gloves on. She bent to examine Martha, frowning as her eyes traveled from the bruises on her face to the fresh scrape along her temple.“Young man, you’ll need to step aside,” she told Xavier.“I’m not leaving her,” Xavier shot back, his voice hoarse from crying.The nurse looked at him and her sternness softened. “Alri
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