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Eliana The apartment in Paris smells so much like flowers and the rain that’s been tapping the windows since morning, soft enough that you can ignore it if you want to. Victor is sitting on the other end of the sofa with his legs stretched out, a beautiful blue mug between his palms and steam wafting up and fogging his glasses for a second before he leans back. He takes his coffee black now, no sugar, and I take mine with too much milk, the way I did when we first moved here and I pretended it was because I liked it and not because French coffee kicked harder than I expected. “Careful, it’s hot,” he says without looking up, because he knows I’m going to sip too fast anyway. I do, and it burns the tip of my tongue, and I make a face, and he smiles into his mug, that small, private one he only does when he thinks I’m not watching. Our life is beautiful together. It’s quiet for a minute, the good kind of quiet where neither of us needs to disturb it. Then I hear steps running i
Chapter 217: The Perfect Story
Damian Weeks later, we were all seated in a courtroom. It smelled like old wood and coffee gone cold, and I sat three rows back with my hands clasped too tight in my lap, my thumb pressing into the knuckle of my index finger until it hurt. Because, if I didn’t do something with my hands I’d start drumming them on the bench and Ruth would shoot me a look from the prosecutor’s table. Beside me was Mila, Victor, Eliana and all the others patiently waiting for Eliot’s downfall. Eliot stood in a suit that cost more than my car, his shoulders straight, his jaw set like he still thought he could talk his way out of it and an hour later when the judge read, “guilty on all counts offense including, laundering, possession of drugs with intent,” he didn’t flinch. He just turned his head, found me in the crowd and held my gaze for a second too long before the officers took his elbows. He had a look that said “you won this round,”and I hated that it still got under my skin but he was hop
Chapter 216: Finally caught
Damian The sun was even hotter than when we left and I couldn’t feel my throat dry up as Ramirez pulled in, the car rolling past the rows of marked police cars and my knee finally still because there was nothing left to bounce for. My eyes locked on the entrance just as Martins car quickly drove in from the other side, Victor already out before the engine even stopped. His shoulders were low but his face was unreadable the way it gets when he’s empty-handed and pissed about it. We met on the steps, the heat pressing against my back, his eyes flicking over the evidence bag Ramirez was carrying which contained the bricks of hard drugs sealed in plastic and the cash still banded. I saw his jaw tighten once,the only sign I got to tell that his trip was also fruitless. “No?” I asked, even though I knew. “No sir,” he replied, his voice flat and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Preston knew we were coming, I don’t know how but his house was cold. No cars, no Rostella or even m
Chapter 215: Disappointed
Victor Officer Martins drove with both hands in the fastest way possible, never tapping the wheel and never even checking the rearview more than once every block. It was the kind of steady that makes me trust a person even if I didn’t get to know them. I sat beside him in the passengers seat and while he drove, I kept my eyes fixed on the street signs. I wasn’t used to being in the passengers seat so despite all the chaos I was enjoying the view. My right hand stayed resting on my knee only because I needed something to stop it from curling into a fist every time I thought about the possibility of Eliot successfully leaving the country. What if we’re too late? What if he had our plans all figured out before we even began? These thoughts clung to me like a plague that would kill me. Preston’s place was tucked off in a private estate, the house behind a high hedge and a driveway that curved like it was trying to hide the house, and I already knew the shape of this stop
Chapter 214: Mission Two
Damian The driver drove with his left hand on the wheel and his right thumb tapping the gear shift every time we hit a red light, the car speeding through the streets faster than I expected. I felt my knee bouncing against the door and making a soft thud until I caught myself doing it and planted both feet flat on the floor, forcing my breathing to slow. I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind kept wandering back to Xavier’s voice on the phone and I wondered if he had managed to get home safely. I hated that I was thinking about that instead of trying to remember the layout of Eliot’s house, but I couldn’t help myself. “Crestwood estate, third gate on the left,” I said when we turned onto the private road, my voice coming out tighter than I wanted and my fingers curling around the strap of my seatbelt. I was tensed, there was nothing I could do to even feel better. The driver nodded and pulled up to the mighty iron gate before turning on the siren and the flashing lights.
Chapter 213: Mission One
Damian Officer Ruth didn’t waste a second before she pressed her thumb against the intercom on the wall, her voice getting firmer with each word like our lives depended on that very moment and honestly it did. “All available units, when I say all I mean all, to front hall. Now!” She ordered, her eyes never leaving the folders splayed across the table. The sound echoed down the corridor, and I felt my stomach tighten, my fingers drumming once against the edge of the table before I forced them to stay still, trying not to look as tensed as I felt. I used to be known as the war god but it seemed like I’d fallen short of the name. I watched as she stood up and gathered the file into her arm with a quick, practiced motion, and then she jerked her chin toward the door. “You two, come with me we’ve got no time to waste.” She said and Victor and I followed immediately, my boots squeaking faintly against the floor carpet. Victor was moving in that quiet and deliberate way he always do
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