Seth Caine
After six years away, she returns home and walks into his world of danger, tension, and old feelings
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Seth Caine
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After six years away, she returns home and walks into his world of danger, tension, and old feelings
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The air inside the house was heavy—smoke, whiskey, and low voices blending with the steady hum of tension. Driftline was gathered around the table, half my guys arguing about a deal gone wrong. I sat back, letting them burn themselves out before cutting through the noise. Enough, I said, voice low but sharp. We don’t handle mistakes twice. The room fell silent immediately.
Then came a knock. Three slow, deliberate taps. Everyone froze. No one knocks on my door unless they’re lost—or stupid. I rose from my chair, sliding my rings off the table and into my pocket. Stay put, I ordered, and the warning in my tone kept them glued to their seats.
When I opened the door, I thought my brain was playing tricks on me. Six years. Six years since she’d left this neighborhood, since she’d been that loud, stubborn girl who always had my back when nobody else did. But there she was, standing in my doorway like time hadn’t passed at all. Her voice hit me first—steady, confident, the same as I remembered.
Didn’t think you still lived next door, she said, scanning the faces behind me. Her expression didn’t waver, even with half of Driftline watching.
I leaned against the doorframe, a slow smirk tugging at my mouth. Didn’t think you’d ever come back.
She crossed her arms, same old defiance flashing in her eyes. Guess we were both wrong.
Behind me, one of my guys laughed under his breath. I turned just enough to glare at him—one look and the sound died quick.