The prosecutor was tied to the chair, sweat dripping from his temples as he finally broke.He gave them names. Not all… but enough.
Enough to lead her where it all began.
Her father's name was the last one whispered.
Edward's brother handed the man to the police for further interrogation.But Maya?She walked… straight into her past.
Her father's private compound was quiet. Almost too quiet.She entered, her heart clashing with every memory echoing on the walls.
He was there—calm, unshaken.
"I knew you'd come," he said, almost proudly.
"I thought I was your mistake," she whispered, voice trembling. "But I was your plan all along."
He smirked, but didn't deny it.
"I am not your weapon," she cried, hands trembling. "I am not your legacy."
Two gunshots cracked the silence.
He fell.With a faint, wicked smile on his lips, he whispered one last name:"Your mother… she knew everything."
Maya dropped the gun. Her breath hitched. Her knees buckled.But warm arms caught her before she collapsed.
Edward.
"I heard everything," he said softly, his voice like an anchor to her chaos.
"I'm tired," she whispered, her face buried in his chest.
"I love you, Maya," he said.
She looked up at him, broken and fierce and beautiful.
"I love you too… even if all of this is mad."
They kissed—no more words needed.
But sirens were already wailing in the distance.
The gangs wanted revenge.The police wanted answers.The Chief wanted their heads.And the secret organization behind both their mothers' deaths… wanted them silenced.
So they ran.Not as fugitives.But as something more dangerous.
Partners in crime.And maybe… partners in destiny.