Victoria’s POV
The car pulled up, headlights slicing through the mist.
I stood there, barely feeling the night air anymore.
I should have reacted. Should have said sothing.
"Future mother-in-law."
But the words barely registered now.
The past hour was pressing down on . The cold, the fear, the lake, the exhaustion. I had been running on instinct, but now... it was catching up.
A door opened, and a man stepped out.
Broad shoulders. Sharp eyes. A presence that demanded respect.
I didn’t need an introduction. Agustin.
I didn’t know him, but I’d known n like him. Efficient. Professional. A man who had done things and didn’t lose sleep over them.
But when his gaze landed on Franz, sothing shifted.
It was only for a second—a hesitation.
Like he was looking at sothing he didn’t quite recognize anymore.
Franz, as usual, ignored it.
"Took you long enough."
Agustin nodded once, silent.
He moved forward, tossing a hoodie to Franz before turning to .
"Put it on."
I took it without a word.
It was warm. Dry. The mont it touched my skin, I realized how cold I was. How badly I had been shaking.
I pulled it on, my limbs feeling heavier by the second.
"Sothing with your DNA."
I didn’t react. Just reached for my necklace.
The last piece of my past.
I unfastened it and dropped it into the plastic bag.
No hesitation.
It should have hurt.
But at this point, I felt nothing.
The cara clicked.
"Turn your head."
I did.
Another click. Then it was over.
Agustin sealed the bag and pocketed it without a word.
"Bike?"
Franz tossed him the key.
"Take it back to the house."
Then—
"Orion?"
Agustin nodded. "Got ho. Rattled, but alive."
Franz didn’t react.
He just opened the car door.
"Let’s go."
I moved before I could think. Before I could question what the hell I was doing.
I got in.
Not because I trusted him.
Not because I had a choice.
But because there was nothing else left to do.
The car doors shut. The world outside blurred.
The warmth wrapped around , and my body finally started shutting down.
Before I could stop myself—
I fell asleep.
Agustin’s POV
At first, I didn’t understand why they wanted to watch him.
Franz . A college student. A nobody.
Why would a higher-up from the Kafka family tell to keep an eye on him?
But the more I saw, the more dangerous he seed.
In one night, I had to clean up two bloodbaths and fake the death of one of the city’s most influential people.
This wasn’t normal.
I acted nervous while filming the video. Just enough to make sure he wouldn’t think much of .
I needed to find out why he was truly here.
And I needed to report quickly—before I was killed by either him or the higher-ups.
He gave his bike key.
"Take it back to the house."
I caught it, nodding. Playing my role.
"Orion?"
"Got ho. Rattled, but alive."
Franz barely reacted. Like he expected that answer.
He turned toward the car with the girl. Victoria.
She didn’t resist. Too exhausted.
As they drove off, I stared at the bike key in my hand.
I had done things like this before. Cleaning up sses. Covering tracks. Making problems disappear.
This was just another job.
It would be tricky—but doable.
First, I needed to report.
Before I beca the next problem to disappear.
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