The day arrived, carrying with it a mix of excitement and trepidation. The cold, crisp air of the autumn morning bit into my skin as I made my way to the predetermined meeting spot. It was an old warehouse situated on the outskirts of town, a place where shadows lingered and whispers told of deals gone awry. The kind of place you'd never visit unless you absolutely had to.

The cash weighed heavily in my backpack, a tangible reminder of the risk I was taking. I approached the imposing structure, the decaying walls casting long, eerie shadows in the dim morning light. It was as if the very building itself was wary of the man I was about to meet. Anything can happen to me while I'm here. I agreed to just pass off the money, but what if he decides to torture me for taking this long? What if I die today?

It's been a week since that entire ordeal with Kolton, Boris, and Har. Much to my own surprise, I've visited Kolton more than ever in this past week. I was there when he was discharged from the hospital and I was there the other days while he was at home. He was meant to be resting, but he never did. As soon as he was well enough, he was off, with me tagging along of course. And when I wasn't with Kolton, I was with Lukas, who is healing very well. He is still very much alone and always in his bedroom, but he doesn't use his crotches as often. 

Honestly, nothing has changed in their family dynamic. Anna, the sister cop is the same, Carl is the same, Lukas is very much the same, and Kol is Kol. 

But, I can't focus on that right now. I shoved those thoughts completely out of my head as I stepped inside the warehouse, the musky scent of damp wood and decaying paper filled my nostrils. Dim overhead lights flickered sporadically, casting an eerie, disjointed glow on the scene before me. The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of foreboding that clung to my skin.

In the center of the vast, desolate space, bathed in the uneven light, stood Monster. He was a hulking figure, a colossus of a man whose presence demanded respect and fear in equal measure. His massive frame was clad in a tailored suit that seemed out of place in this decrepit setting. Surprisingly enough, he wore a very slight, barely noticeable smirk, which scared me deeply. He is definitely going to kill me. I glanced back at the door wondering how long it would take me to sprint there if need be.

Beside him were his henchmen, each one a mountain of muscle and menace. They stood like silent sentinels, their eyes scanning my every move, their presence a clear message of the consequences of betrayal.

I took a step closer, the weight of the backpack growing heavier with each passing moment. The room felt like a pressure cooker, the silence broken only by the low hum of an industrial fan overhead. Monster extended a gloved hand, gesturing for me to approach. His voice was deep and gravelly, a rumbling force that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where's my money, kid?" he demanded, his words carrying the weight of inevitability.

I heaved the bag onto the ground between us, and one of his men stepped forward to pick it up. Monster leaned in, his gloved fingers sifting through the cash as if testing its authenticity. His eyes moved from the cash and then back to me, while his little bodyguards' eyes never left my frame.  The seconds stretched into minutes as he counted, the tension in the room palpable. Finally, he nodded in approval, and a sense of relief washed over me. The debt, it seemed, was settled. I smirked. "See, that was quite simple, wasn't it? No death..." I said, looking at his big dogs. They all ignored me, obviously. My confidence slowly came back to me, although there was no reason for it to do so. 

Monster stepped back, his gaze never leaving me. "You've repaid your debt," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But remember this -- In this world, debts are never truly paid." And there goes my confidence once again. My smirk was rubbed off completely. But Monster's grew.

I nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. With a final, chilling glance, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, his henchmen following suit. The warehouse felt emptier without their imposing presence. Despite his final words to me, I felt okay. I could feel the weight of that burden being lifted. I could feel myself being happier. I'm basically debt-free now and I can do as I please. No more Monster, no more Boris and Har. I'm good.

Anna and her crew obviously had Boris and Har arrested. I don't even think they got a chance to explain themselves. But given the insurmountable amount of drugs they had on them, along with my telephone recording and Kol's injuries, it was pretty easy to determine where they would be for the rest of their lives. Thank God.

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The sun was setting on the horizon as I arrived at my mother's modest place.  It was a small, cozy space filled with the warmth of nostalgia and the scent of home-cooked meals. The walls held faded family photos, capturing moments from a time when life was simpler.

My mother, the woman who had weathered life's storms with a quiet resilience, greeted me with a warm embrace. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of pride and concern, scanned my face as if searching for answers. She had always been the anchor in my turbulent life, a constant source of love and support. I stepped into her place and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my dad was not around. 

Without any hesitation, I handed her an envelope. As she gingerly opened the envelope, a hushed expectancy filled the room. The rustling of banknotes felt like the beating heart of a sentiment too profound for mere words. Her eyes, pools of maternal warmth, shimmered with unshed tears that betrayed the depth of her emotion. She should be used to this. I mean, I don't usually bring up this much, but this is in no way a reason for her to start to tear up. I chuckled softly and wiped away her tears. "Can you please not cry? It's okay." I said.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips softly and she rolled her eyes. "I'm just really thankful for you honey." 

"I know, I'm the best. It's okay." 

She let out a laugh this time. I pulled her in for another hug. 

"Please don't tell Dad. And please don't spend it wildly," I said sternly. She nodded. She left me and disappeared into another room. When she emerged again she was all smiles, her eyes still a bit red from before she left. "Come on," she said, leading me to the kitchen, "I made a sandwich today, that I think you would really like. Do you have food at home?" 

I rolled my eyes. "No, but I do have an almost-boyfriend," I beamed. She gasped. Her gasp of excitement was like music to my ears, and I couldn't wait to share every detail with her. "Tell me more."

My smile couldn't get any wider. I hunched over the counter, rocking back and forth a little as I told her about Kolton, leaving out the grim details, of course. I felt like I was talking to my best friend. My mother placed a plate piled high with bread and meat before me, a silent sign of her approval, and it was as though she was granting me permission to open up even more. And open up I did, letting the words flow freely as I poured my heart out about Kolton, savoring every moment, even though I couldn't quite figure out what had me head over heels for him.

Kolton, well, he was just an ordinary guy. Good-looking as all get out, but personality-wise, pretty average. He was kind to me, of course, and had a rugged side when the situation called for it. After he was released from the hospital, we both knew we should exercise some restraint, but it was impossible to keep our hands off each other. The desire between us was palpable, and we couldn't resist each other's pull. Whenever we were together, it felt as if it might be the last time we saw each other. I hate to admit it, but we became that couple—though we weren't officially a couple yet. 

Maybe it was just the sex that had me gushing like this to my mom. I don't know. But honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.

After me and my mom's very long conversation, I packed up my sandwich and left. I must say, it was refreshing talking to her, without any type of disturbances. Just pure laughter and love. She tried to give me advice on my 'love life', but failed horribly, which resulted in us bursting out into laughter. I enjoyed seeing my mom happy. I genuinely did.

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One Month Later

I've actually gotten accustomed to touching his cuts when I caress his cheek when we kiss. I mean, obviously, I'm a little grossed out by it, but I've gotten used to it. Actually, scratch that, it's kind of attractive. He looks tough -- not to be messed with. His one hand was around my neck, ensuring I remained locked in the kiss. I wanted to be closer to him. I actually wanted to live in his skin. I feel like I've gotten so used to always being around him, it's hard when we're this far apart -- and we're literally right next to each other.

The party we were at was in full swing, everyone clearly having the best time of their lives, no doubt about it. The bass was thumping, the laughter and chatter of the crowd creating a pulsating rhythm that seeped into my bones. Red cups and neon lights everywhere, it was like stepping into a scene from one of those teen movies, only this time, it was real life.

Kolton and I found our little oasis by the pool. The night was hot, and the water looked tempting, but we had other things on our minds. A couple of people were lounging around, half-heartedly dipping their feet in, but mostly, it was just us. It felt like we had our own private party within the chaos of the main event.

We leaned against the edge of the pool, shoulder to shoulder, our fingers grazing each other playfully. "You know," I said with a sly grin, "I think we are by far, hands down the best people at this party."

Kolton chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You might be onto something, Danny-boy. And it's all thanks to my irresistible charm, obviously."

I splashed a bit of water at him, and he retaliated with a bigger splash. Our laughter mingled with the music, creating a melody of its own. It was easy being with him, this dance of words and laughter, a chemistry that felt electric.  A radiant smile stretched across my face, my heart light and my laughter infectious, as I reveled in his presence. I pulled him to me for another kiss.

It had been a month since the chaos, a month of healing and rebuilding, both physically and emotionally. Kolton, the once enigmatic stranger who had found his way into my life, was now a constant presence, a force that had seamlessly woven itself into the fabric of my world. The scars had not disappeared obviously, but they had become reminders of what he went through. Our relationship, unconventional and fierce, had blossomed amidst the chaos, and I couldn't be happier to have him. 

Lukas and I have grown apart over the past month. He's been caught up in his own world, often away with his newfound friends, a side of him I never knew existed. I'm hardly ever there myself, so our paths rarely cross. I'm mostly just with Kolton. 

It's insane to think about how this all started, with me barging into a stranger's home, and how it's ending now. Who could've predicted that my plan to teach someone a lesson would lead to all of this? Life has a funny way of working out. I'll admit, my actions with Boris and Har were reckless, and I regret them. I've already apologized to Lukas, and he's forgiven me, so it's kind of (not really) in the past. It's time to leave behind the chaos and embrace the uncertain future.

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END