After a powerful Sunday service, the Clark Sisters were ready for nothing more than food, laughter, and a peaceful afternoon. But peace was the last thing coming.
Out of nowhere, Drew Sheard-Detroit's most feared and powerful mafia boss-appeared, cu...
Drew finally returned to the house after the long night. His steps echoed quietly as he climbed the stairs to their room. Peeking through the slightly cracked door, he saw Karen curled up asleep, her face peaceful for the first time in days. A strange wave of regret washed over him. Had he gone too far? Was the line crossed between control and cruelty?
He closed the door gently and slipped into the bathroom. The hot water from the shower stung his skin as he washed away the tension and anger. Thirty-five long minutes passed as he stood under the spray, eyes closed, replaying every moment—the chase, the punishment, her cries.
When he finally stepped out, he brushed his teeth methodically, trying to wash away not just the grime but the guilt. He put on fresh clothes—simple black jeans and a tight white shirt—and took a deep breath.
This wasn't over. But maybe, just maybe, it was time to talk.
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Drew's POV
Coming back home and seeing her asleep, vulnerable like this... it tore at something inside me.
I quietly woke her, but the moment she saw me, she jumped back like I was a threat.
"Stop jumping, baby," I said softly, trying to calm her. "I just want to talk."
She screamed at me, "I don't want to talk to you!"
My heart clenched but I held my ground.
"Just listen, okay?" I said.
Her voice shook but she finally whispered, "Okay."
"I took it too far with the punishment. I'm sorry, Karen. I really am."
I could see the pain in her eyes, the war inside her.
"How about I take you home? To your family. We'll call, okay?"
She nodded, barely trusting me.
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Karen's POV
When he said he was sorry, a small part of me wanted to believe him. But the fear didn't go away.
After getting up, washing, and putting on the clothes he laid out, I sat silently, dreading what was next.
When Drew told me to get in the car, I obeyed.
He asked if I was hungry. I said no.
The drive was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine.
Every mile toward my parents' house made my heart beat faster, but I knew this was where I had to be.
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Nobody's POV
Karen and Drew finally arrived at the Clark residence.
The familiar sight of the porch and the blooming garden offered a brief sense of relief.
As the car slowed, the family came outside.
Eyes widened when they recognized the black SUV.
And then, Drew himself stepped out.
He opened the door for Karen, took her hand gently, and guided her toward the front steps.
In a moment both tender and complicated, Drew kissed her hand and then her lips lightly.
"Bye," he said softly.
Karen whispered back, "Bye."
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Karen's Outfit
Karen wore a simple yet elegant light blue dress that brushed just above her knees. The fabric was soft cotton, with tiny floral embroidery along the hem. She paired it with flat white sandals — practical and unassuming. Her hair was loose, cascading softly down her shoulders, slightly tousled from the trip. No makeup, just bare skin showing the weariness in her eyes.
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Drew's Outfit
Drew kept it understated but sharp—dark tailored pants, a crisp white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and polished black loafers. A silver watch peeked from under his cuff. His hair was perfectly styled, but his eyes held the storm of the night before.
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What drew had on
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Questions for You:
💬 Do you think Karen will finally open up about what Drew did to her?
👀 Will the family ask the hard questions when they see her?
📞 And when Drew calls, will Karen answer or let it go to voicemail?
