Third person's pov 

The car tore through the empty streets, the rumble of the engine the only sound breaking the tense silence inside. Elijah’s eyes were locked on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. His heart pounded in his chest, the fear gnawing at him with every passing second. They couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything.

In the back seat, Maxim held Miray close, her fragile body slumped against him, her breathing shallow and uneven. Every bump in the road seemed to make her wince in pain, her bruised skin almost glowing in the dim light from the dashboard. She looked so small, so broken. It felt as if at any moment she might slip away from them.

Ethan, seated next to Maxim, glanced back at her, his face tight with worry. He leaned in, his voice low and trembling as he gently touched her arm. “Miray, stay with us,” he whispered, his hand shaking. “We’re almost there, okay? Just hang on a little longer.”

Miray’s eyelids fluttered weakly, her breathing shallow, her body trembling in Maxim’s arms. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a soft, broken sound came out.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Ethan continued, his voice cracking as he tried to hold it together. “We’re not leaving you. We’re going to get you out of this—just stay with us. You hear me?”

For a moment, she seemed to respond, her eyes fluttering open for the briefest second. “I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a faint breath of regret on her lips. Then, her body went still, and her eyes closed, her head slumping against Maxim’s chest.

“Miray?” Maxim’s voice was a choked whisper, panic gripping his throat as he shook her lightly. “Miray!”

Ethan’s breath caught, his eyes wide with fear as he looked from Miray to Maxim. “Elijah! She’s passed out—fuck, drive faster!”

Elijah’s jaw tightened, his heart slamming in his chest as he pressed down harder on the gas. “We’re almost there,” he muttered, his voice strained, barely holding back his panic. “Just keep her with you, Max. We’re not losing her.” Lorenzo reassured, even though he was equally afraid.

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The hospital loomed in front of them like a distant lifeline, dim lights flickering through the trees as they screeched into the emergency bay. The car barely came to a stop before they were all scrambling out, Maxim still holding Miray as carefully as he could, his arms trembling under the weight of his panic and exhaustion.

“Help! Somebody, please!” Maxim shouted as they rushed toward the entrance, his voice breaking as he cradled his unconscious sister. Nurses and doctors came running, gurneys rolling as they met the brothers halfway, pulling Miray from Maxim’s arms and laying her gently onto the bed.

The brothers hovered around her as they wheeled her inside, their eyes wide with fear, but the hospital staff quickly pushed them back.

“You need to wait here,” a nurse said, her voice firm but kind, as they wheeled Miray away through the swinging doors. “We’ll update you as soon as we know something.”

Maxim took a step forward, his hand still outstretched as if to pull her back, but Elijah placed a hand on his shoulder, holding him back. “Let them work,” he muttered, though his voice was shaking. “She’ll be okay.”

They stood frozen, helpless, watching as Miray disappeared down the hallway. The sound of the gurney wheels echoed through the quiet corridor, leaving a hollow, empty silence behind them.

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The waiting room was a blur of noise and quiet all at once. The brothers sat huddled together, but the silence between them was suffocating. Elijah sat with his head in his hands, staring down at the floor, his leg bouncing in nervous rhythm as he tried to keep it together. Ethan paced relentlessly, his fists clenched tight, his eyes red from holding back tears.

Maxim sat off to the side, his arms resting on his knees, staring blankly ahead. His hands were shaking, the adrenaline still coursing through him, but now there was nothing to do but wait. And the waiting was unbearable. Lorenzo leaned against the wall near the door, his arms crossed, his face dark with worry. Every second felt like a hammer pounding into them, each one heavier than the last.

“I should’ve been there sooner,” Maxim finally muttered, breaking the tense silence. His voice was low, strained, filled with self-loathing. “I should’ve gotten to her before he—” His voice cracked, and he clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles white.

Ethan stopped pacing, turning to look at him, his face contorted with frustration and guilt. “Don’t you fucking say that,” he growled, his voice trembling. “This isn’t on you. Arthur did this. He’s the one who’s going to pay.”

Maxim shook his head, his jaw clenched. “But I was holding her, Ethan. She fainted in my arms, and I couldn’t do anything.”

Elijah lifted his head from his hands, his face etched with exhaustion. “None of us could do anything,” he said, his voice rough. “But we’re going to make sure that mother fucker pays for everything he’s done.”

As the hours passed, their exhaustion began to show. Their movements were slower, their voices quieter, the adrenaline finally wearing off. But still, none of them could bring themselves to leave. The nurses had come by with updates, but nothing felt like enough. They needed to see her, to know for sure that she was going to be okay.

At one point, a nurse came to them, suggesting that they go home, get some rest, and come back in the morning. Elijah exchanged a glance with Lorenzo, both of them knowing what had to be done.

“Maxim,” Elijah said softly, standing up and walking over to him. “You need to go home, man. Get some rest.”

Maxim’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m staying right here.”

“You can’t help her if you’re falling apart,” Lorenzo added gently, stepping forward to stand beside Elijah. “You’re running on fumes.”

Maxim shook his head again, his voice rising. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving.”

Ethan, who had been leaning against the wall, chimed in. “Neither am I. Don’t even think about it.”

Elijah sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. “We’re not asking you to abandon her. Just get some rest. We’ll call you the second anything changes.”

But the resolve in their eyes was clear. Neither Maxim nor Ethan was leaving. Not tonight.

A while later, the doctor finally emerged from the swinging doors. He approached slowly, holding a clipboard in his hands, and the brothers immediately stood to their feet, bracing for the worst.

“She’s stable,” the doctor said, his voice even but cautious. “Her injuries are severe. Broken ribs, internal bruising, lacerations along her back. She’s in a lot of pain, but she’s strong. We’re keeping her under close watch, but physically, she should recover with time.”

The brothers all let out a collective breath, though the tension in their shoulders didn’t fully ease. It was a relief, but it didn’t erase the rage boiling inside them.

Maxim stood still for a moment, processing the doctor’s words, before the emotion became too much. Without saying anything, he turned and stormed out of the room, the door swinging violently behind him.

Elijah moved to follow, but Lorenzo placed a hand on his arm, shaking his head. “I’ll go,” he said quietly. “You stay with Ethan.”

Outside, Lorenzo found Maxim leaning against a wall, his fists clenched at his sides. His chest heaved with barely controlled anger, the frustration and guilt clear in his eyes.

“She’s going to be okay,” Lorenzo said softly, stepping beside him. “But we need to keep it together, Max.”

Maxim’s voice was thick with emotion as he spoke. “I can’t stand this, Enzo. She’s broken because of him. And we’re just standing here, doing nothing.”

“We’re not doing nothing,” Lorenzo said, his voice steady. “We’re here for her. We’re not leaving her alone in this.”

Maxim exhaled sharply, his hands trembling. “When we fucking find him…” His voice trailed off, but the fury in his eyes was unmistakable. “I’m not going to hold back.”

“We’ll make him pay,” Lorenzo said firmly. “But we need to be here for her first. She needs us.”

Maxim nodded, the tension still thick in the air, but he followed Lorenzo back inside.

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Hours passed, and the sterile quiet of the hospital surrounded them. The soft beeping of the machines was the only sound filling the room, their rhythm steady and calming in contrast to the chaos the brothers felt inside. Miray lay still, her breathing shallow but even. Each breath she took seemed like a small victory, a sign that she was fighting, holding on.

Ethan sat beside her, still clutching her hand, his thumb brushing gently across her bruised knuckles. “We’re here, Miray,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please stay strong." He hadn’t moved for hours, his eyes trained on her face as though willing her to wake up. His face was pale, exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes, but he refused to rest. There was no way he was leaving her side, not after what she had been through.

Elijah, Lorenzo, and Maxim sat nearby, silent, each lost in their thoughts. The weight of what had happened hung heavily between them, the room thick with unspoken emotions. They had failed her once. They wouldn’t fail her again.

Maxim couldn’t take his eyes off Miray. Every bruise, every cut, every sign of the torture she had endured burned into his memory. His fists clenched at his sides, the rage boiling just beneath the surface. But for now, he kept it under control. For her.

At one point, Elijah glanced at his watch, the fatigue settling into his bones. He stood slowly, stretching his stiff muscles, before walking over to where Maxim and Ethan sat.

“You two should head home,” Elijah said quietly, his voice thick with exhaustion. “There’s nothing more we can do here tonight. I’ll stay with Lorenzo.”

Maxim shook his head without hesitation, his eyes never leaving Miray’s fragile form. “ We already discussed this, I’m not leaving,” he muttered, his voice tight. “I’ll stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere until she’s okay.” Ethan added.

Elijah sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, but he didn’t argue. He knew better than to push them. They were all holding on by a thread, and pushing them to leave now would only make things worse.

“I get it,” Elijah said softly. “Just... make sure you get some rest when you can. She’s going to need us when she wakes up.”

They nodded, though none of them showed any sign of moving. The hours dragged on, the quiet ticking of the clock echoing in the silence. Slowly, exhaustion began to take over. Ethan’s head drooped as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes fluttering shut. Lorenzo leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes heavy with sleep. Even Elijah found himself fighting off the drowsiness, though he refused to let his guard down completely.

But Maxim... Maxim stayed awake.

It was late, well past midnight, when the hospital quieted completely. The lights were dimmed, and the low murmur of voices faded into silence. Maxim sat alone by Miray’s bedside, the others having finally succumbed to sleep. Ethan was slumped in the chair beside her, his hand still clutching hers, his face softened by exhaustion. Lorenzo and Elijah had found a small couch in the corner, both of them sprawled out, their breathing steady as they slept.

Maxim, however, couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake the image of Miray’s broken body from his mind, couldn’t stop the flood of guilt that surged through him every time he closed his eyes. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at her, his jaw clenched with a mix of anger and pain.

He stood up quietly, walking over to her bedside. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her, his heart aching with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

Slowly, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She looked so fragile, so small, and it broke him in ways he couldn’t explain.

“I’m sorry, Rei.” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. “I should have been there sooner. I should have stopped him before he could hurt you again.”

His fingers trembled as they hovered above her bruised cheek, not daring to touch for fear of causing her more pain.

“But I promise you, we’re going to make this right. I don’t care what it takes, or how far we have to go. We’ll find him. And.....” His voice cracked slightly, the anger bleeding through. “Once I get my hands on him, I’m going to make sure he pays for every fucking thing he’s done to you.”

For a long moment, Maxim just sat there, watching over her, his heart heavy with everything unsaid. His mind raced with every possible scenario, every plan they could make to stop Arthur. But nothing felt good enough. The fury still burned deep in his chest, but he had to keep it in check. For her. Slowly, the exhaustion began to catch up to him. His eyes grew heavy, his breathing slowing as he fought to stay awake.

But he couldn’t. Finally, sleep claimed him, his head resting near Miray’s hand, the weight of the night too much to fight any longer.

The room was finally still, the brothers together, all resting after a brutal, sleepless night.

But the silence was interrupted by the soft buzz of a phone.

Lorenzo stirred slightly, blinking awake as his phone vibrated quietly in his pocket. Groggy, he fumbled for it, careful not to wake the others. The screen flashed with Liam’s name, and instantly, his heart began to race.

He answered quickly, keeping his voice low as he moved toward the door and stepped out in the hallway. "Liam? Tell me you’ve got something.”

“I’ve got a lead,” Liam’s voice came through, low and urgent. “One of my guys saw Arthur near an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. It’s not confirmed, but it’s worth checking out.”

Lorenzo’s heart raced, his mind already working through the possibilities. “When did you get this?”

“Just now,” Liam replied. “He’s on the move, Enzo.  We don’t have much time.”

Lorenzo ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts spinning. He glanced back through the window into Miray’s room, where his brothers slept and Miray lay unconscious. They were all exhausted, worn down by the past few days. But they couldn’t wait any longer. If Arthur was on the move, this could be their only chance.

“I’ll meet you there,” Lorenzo said, his voice filled with steely resolve. “Don’t lose him, Liam.”

“I won’t,” Liam promised. “But hurry.”

Lorenzo hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. His pulse was racing, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had to do, but the thought of leaving Miray—even for a moment—was tearing him apart.

He took a deep breath, pushing back the panic rising in his chest. He couldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. They had to be smart about this.

Stepping back into the room, Lorenzo walked to Miray’s bed, his heart aching as he looked down at her. Her bruised face was peaceful in her sleep, but the sight of her broken body, of the damage Arthur had caused, only fueled his anger. He leaned down, his hand brushing gently against hers.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered softly, his voice filled with both love and sorrow.

"I’m going to stop him," Lorenzo whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I swear, Miray, this ends soon. He’ll never touch you again."

His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he quietly turned and slipped out of the room. The night air hit him as he stepped outside, the darkness wrapping around him like a weight. His mind raced as he made his way to the car, heading toward the location where Liam had spotted Arthur.

---

The road stretched out before him, dark and empty, the only sound the low hum of the engine as Lorenzo sped toward the warehouse. His mind raced, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough that his knuckles turned white. His heart pounded in his chest, every instinct telling him this was their only chance to get Arthur, but something about the silence of the night felt wrong.

Just as he approached a bend in the road, his phone buzzed again. The screen lit up with Liam’s name.

Lorenzo answered quickly, keeping one hand on the wheel, his breath coming out fast. "Liam? What’s happening?"

Liam’s voice came through the line, low but filled with urgency. "Lorenzo, we need weapons and backup. This is way worse than we thought."

Lorenzo’s heart skipped a beat, dread creeping in. "What do you mean?

There was a brief pause, then Liam spoke again, his voice more tense than before. "That bastard is not alone. He’s got a whole crew with him—armed, and they’re not just thugs. These guys are pros. Mercenaries."

Lorenzo gripped the phone tighter, his pulse quickening. "Fuck fuck fuck." he swore under his breath.

But Liam’s next words sent a chill through him, freezing him in place. "You won’t believe who’s with him."

The line crackled for a moment, then went dead.

Lorenzo’s blood ran cold, his mind reeling. He pulled the car to a screeching stop on the side of the road, his chest tight with panic. He tried calling Liam back, but there was no answer—just the empty, eerie silence on the other end.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!?" He slammed his hand against the wheel, frustration and fear churning inside him. He was alone. No backup. And Arthur wasn’t just a step ahead—he was playing a different game altogether.

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