Chapter 195: World peace

Chapter 195: World peace
While Quinn was standing on the balcony, feeling the sting of being ignored like a ghost in her own life, she had no idea that the world outside Australia was screaming in chaos. To her, the silent treatment from Jose felt like a personal insult, a sour note in a symphony of tension. But to the rest of the globe, the names Jose and Justin became to get known as they left Australia to represented the only force capable of stopping a total collapse of order, only because their father and the other six are already in danger.

The world was already in turmoil. A new generation of young talents in the mafia world was rising, and they were proving to be too much to handle. From the streets of New York to Italy, Spain, Germany, Belgium. Younger but ruthless factions were starting wars that didn't follow the rules at all. These new players were hungry, violent, and lacked discipline. As their power became stronger and stronger, the delicate balance of the underworld began to snap.

In the high-tech command centers hidden within their Australian fortress, the twins had been watching the data. They could see and hear the reports of blood running in the streets of Europe. They weren't just "overlords" of a small territory; they were the stabilizing force of a global empire.

Without waiting for such chaos to continue, the decision was made.

Jose and Justin didn't tell Quinn goodbye. In their world, explanations were a luxury they didn't afford anyone, especially not a woman who was supposed to be a hostage under their protection. They left Australia under the cover of night, their private jets cutting through the dark sky to bring calm back to the world alongside half of their men. They were the surgeons of the criminal underworld, and they were going to cut out the cancer of the rising rebellion.

They were out for three months.

For Quinn, those three months were a slow, agonizing descent into a different kind of madness. The first week was fueled by pure, unadulterated anger. She spent her days pacing the library and her nights staring at the ceiling, waiting for the door to open, for a smirk to appear, for a heated kiss to break the silence. But the house remained a tomb.

The staff, the silent, invisible workforce that kept the estate running, continued to serve her meals and clean her rooms, but they spoke in hushed tones if they spoke at all. When she tried to ask where the brothers were, she was met with blank stares or polite, empty answers.

"They are away on business, Miss Quinn," was all she ever got.

By the second month, the anger turned into a hollow, aching longing. She found herself wandering into Jose’s private office she discovered a two days earlier, touching the cold mahogany of his desk, and breathing in the faint, lingering scent of his cologne. She hated herself for it. She was a woman of strong will, yet here she was, essentially pining for a man who had treated her like air before vanishing without a word.

She started to watch the international news, looking for any sign of them. She saw headlines about massive "restructuring" in global shipping companies and reports of "unidentified investors" seizing control of luxury markets in Asia. She knew it was them. Their power was a shadow moving across the map, silent and absolute.

By the third month, the mind had transformed into a permanent state of restlessness. She had explored every inch of the estate she was allowed to see. She had read half the books in the library. She had swam a thousand laps in the infinity pool. But nothing could fill the void left by the twins' absence. The intensity they brought, the fire of Jose and his icy observation was like a drug she had been forced to quit.

She began to realize that she didn't just want Jose; she wanted the feeling of being seen by them. Even if it was the mocking gaze or his possessive touch, it made her feel alive. In their absence, she felt like she was fading away into the background of the expensive wallpaper.

As the ninety-day mark approached, the air in the estate changed again. The staff seemed more alert. The security teams at the perimeter doubled. Quinn felt the shift in her very bones. The "young talents" of the world had likely been dealt with, the calm restored by the only two men capable of such a feat.

She stood by the window of her bedroom, looking out at the long driveway. She wasn't the same woman who had arrived three months ago. She was thinner, sharper, and her eyes held a hunger that had nothing to do with food. The world was quiet again, but her heart was a thunderstorm, waiting for the return of the gods who had built her cage.