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Chapter 23: His Father
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Jacob West had been awake for three hours before anyone told Derek.

Harlan had wanted to — had picked up his phone twice and set it back down, uncertain whether Derek needed more rest or whether this was the kind of news that overrode rest entirely. Victor had made the decision for him by saying nothing, which was Victor's way of saying it wasn't his call.

In the end it was Fae who called.

She didn't frame it as urgent. She simply said: "He's asking for you."

Derek arrived at the hospital forty
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  • Chapter 23: His Father

    Jacob West had been awake for three hours before anyone told Derek.Harlan had wanted to — had picked up his phone twice and set it back down, uncertain whether Derek needed more rest or whether this was the kind of news that overrode rest entirely. Victor had made the decision for him by saying nothing, which was Victor's way of saying it wasn't his call.In the end it was Fae who called.She didn't frame it as urgent. She simply said: "He's asking for you."Derek arrived at the hospital forty minutes later.He'd showered and changed, a simple grey shirt, dark trousers, the kind of clothes that said he'd made an effort without announcing it. He wasn't sure why that mattered. It just did.Harlan met him in the corridor outside the ICU and walked with him to the door without speaking. The ward had been moved from critical to stable overnight. The tubes and the majority of the monitoring equipment were gone. What remained was the quiet infrastructure of recovery, an IV line, a pulse mon

  • Chapter 22: What's Left

    The nine men hadn't moved.They stood in the same loose semicircle, bats at their sides, watching Derek with the recalibrated attention of people who had just seen their assumptions about a situation proven completely wrong. The leader was still on the ground. The knife was still at his throat.Derek looked up at them slowly, the way he looked at a fire when he was deciding how much of it he could control."Tell Dick," he said, "that the next time he sends people, I'll come find him myself. Not his men. Him."He held the man's eyes for one more second. Then he stood up and stepped back.The leader got to his feet carefully, his free hand pressed against his throat where the blade had been. He looked at Derek. Then at his men. Then he turned and walked into the darkness between the trees, and the others followed, and within thirty seconds the wooded area was empty and quiet except for the sound of the city beyond it.Derek turned back to the tree where he'd left Erin.She was more sobe

  • Chapter 21: The Last Time

    St. Louie's Hospital was four blocks from the club.Derek knew the route, he'd responded to an incident near here two years ago, a gas leak in a restaurant that had sent six people to emergency. He remembered the street layout, the width of the pavements, the small wooded area that separated the hospital's service road from the main approach. He'd filed it away the way he filed away all environments he moved through automatically, without deciding to.He was filing it away again now, for different reasons.Erin was conscious enough to hold onto him but not enough to walk. He had her against his chest, one arm under her knees, her head against his shoulder. She smelled like the club alcohol and expensive perfume and something underneath both that he recognized as just her, the particular human fact of her that three years of marriage had made familiar."Derek."Her voice was slurred but present."I'm here," he said. Not warmly. Just factually."Do you still—" She stopped. Started again

  • Chapter 20: Who Hit Her

    Derek crouched down beside Erin and looked at her face.The cut at the corner of her mouth was still bleeding, not heavily, but steadily, the kind of bleeding that needed pressure. Her jaw was already swelling along the line where she'd been hit. Her eyes were half-open, tracking him without fully focusing, the delayed recognition of someone operating several layers below full consciousness.He took the folded cloth from his coat pocket, he'd grabbed it from the hospital room on the way out, the same instinct that made him check his gear before every call and pressed it gently against the cut.Erin made a small sound.She blinked. The focus in her eyes sharpened slightly, the way it does when something pulls a person back from the edge of themselves. She looked at Derek's face, close to hers, and something moved through her expression that wasn't quite surprise — more like the confirmation of something she'd been holding onto in the dark.He came.Her hand moved toward his. Slow, unce

  • Chapter 19: He came

    The corridor was narrow and poorly lit, the kind of deliberate design choice that made things easier to deny afterward.Two men had Erin by the arms, moving her with the unhurried efficiency of people who believed they had time. She was barely conscious — her feet dragging, her head dropping forward, the rhythm of her breathing slow and uneven. The music from the main floor was still audible behind them, muffled now, a dull pulse through the walls.Kitty ran after them and was stopped at the entrance to the corridor by a third man who put himself in her path and didn't move. She tried to get around him. He caught her arm and held it, not violently, just immovably, with the casual certainty of someone who didn't expect to be challenged seriously.Kitty stopped fighting him and looked at her phone.Derek had replied.Two words: *On my way.*She looked up at the man blocking her path and then past him at the corridor where Erin had disappeared."Derek is coming," she said. Her voice was

  • Chapter 18: The Real Danger

    The first drink she reached for wasn't hers.Nobody said anything about it. That was the thing about rooms like this, certain behaviors passed without comment because comment itself was a kind of boundary, and boundaries were not what this room was built for.Erin drank. She wasn't counting anymore. The music was loud enough that she could feel it in her sternum, which was useful because it meant she didn't have to feel other things. Derek's message sat in the wreckage of her phone on the table, she couldn't read it anymore but she didn't need to. She had it memorized in the way you memorize things that hit hard enough.*We're signing the divorce papers tomorrow.*She had another drink.The calculation she'd been running all day, the strategic one, the one about resources and leverage and political futures — had gone quiet. What was left underneath it wasn't strategy. It was something older and less dignified. She wanted Derek to hurt. She wanted him to see what he'd pushed her to. If

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