Luke's POV
Morning light filtered weakly into the underground parking lot of my apartment building.
Quiet.
Concrete pillars.
Oil stains.
The soft echo of my footsteps.
I reached my car and pulled the keys from my pocket.
Spun them once around my finger.
Twice.
Peaceful.
I reached for the door handle—
And felt something cold press into my back.
Metal.
A voice behind me.
"Turn."
I turned.
Slowly.
The man from yesterday stood there.
The one with the broken window.
The bleeding nose.
Except today his nose was wrapped with tape.
Behind him stood two other men.
And a gun.
Pointed at me.
I looked at his nose.
Then I laughed.
He stiffened. "What's funny?"
"Your nose," I replied lightly. "It looks expensive now."
His jaw tightened.
"What do you want?" I asked casually.
Instead of answering, he pulled out his phone.
Turned the screen toward me.
Video call.
A girl.
Elegant. Composed. Smiling.
I read the name at the top of the screen.
"Oh," I said softly. "Your name is Sienna."
Her expression hardened. "Shut up."
I leaned closer to the screen.
"How rude. We just met."
"Shut. Up."
I placed my finger gently against my lips.
"Shh."
Her eyes flashed.
"How is your job going?" she asked coldly.
"What job?" I tilted my head.
"The job to separate JayJay and Keifer."
I pretended to think.
"Oh. That job."
I smiled faintly.
"It's going well."
I gestured lazily toward the man holding the phone.
"If you don't believe me, ask your spy."
I looked at him.
"He even got his nose hit by a stone."
The man straightened. "Yes, ma'am. He's telling the truth. I saw everything."
I grinned.
"You didn't only see," I said softly. "You also felt it, right?"
The man clenched his jaw.
Sienna's voice cut in sharply. "Today is your last day."
"Mm," I hummed. "Sienna."
One of the men suddenly stepped forward and pressed the gun against my chest.
I glanced down at it.
"Don't point the gun there," I said calmly. "My heart is still happy."
The man frowned.
"If I die," I continued lightly, "my heart could still be useful."
I tapped my forehead.
"So aim here instead."
Silence.
Even Sienna paused.
I looked back at the phone.
"Like I was saying," I continued smoothly, "I don't want the money."
"Then what do you want?" she asked.
I smiled faintly.
"Please send that woman you call my mom… oh, sorry…"
I tilted my head slightly.
"My sweet mom… to a good elderly home."
A pause.
"No problem," Sienna replied.
"Make sure it's comfortable," I added. "She deserves five-star service."
One of the men shifted uncomfortably.
Sienna stared at me for a long second.
Then ended the call.
The screen went black.
The man lowered the phone.
"You have until 8 PM," he said.
"Sure," I replied easily. "Whatever."
They stepped back.
Turned.
Left.
Their footsteps faded through the parking lot.
Silence returned.
I opened my car door.
Sat inside.
Then paused.
"…Wallet."
I had left it upstairs.
I sighed softly.
Got out again.
Locked the car.
Started walking back toward the elevator.
Spinning my keys around my finger.
The sound echoed softly in the empty space.
I smiled to myself.
And began speaking quietly.
Soft Latin rolling off my tongue like a private confession.
"Minamini me sine scientia. Ignoratis quis sim."
My steps were slow.
Calm.
"Matrem meam adhibetis ut me terreatis. Sed illa femina non est mater mea. Tantum anus est quam aliquando curavi."
A faint chuckle escaped me.
"Stulti."
The elevator doors slid open.
I stepped inside.
"Etiam volunt dividere magnum Keiferum Watson a coniuge sua."
The doors began to close.
"Ridiculum."
Click.
Darkness.
End of Chapter 112 🔥