Chapter 50 NOT IN FRONT OF MICKY
CHAPTER FIFTY
GENERAL POV
“You are walking a rough path.”
The Widow Collector’s voice cut through
Kane stopped mid-step.
Slowly, he turned.
The being stood a few feet away, cloaked in his usual dark composure, eyes sharp with the kind of knowing that irritated Kane the most.
Kane stared at him, his lips curling into something between disbelief and annoyance.
“The only wrong path I’m on right now,” Kane said coldly, “is not killing you. I’m very fucking sure I’m supposed to do that.”
The Widow Collector did not flinch.
“You are getting involved with the mutate,” he said calmly. “And you are falling for her.”
The words landed harder than any threat.
Kane let out a short laugh, sharp and mocking, but his eyes darkened.
“You amuse me,” he said, taking a step forward. “Do you now spread lies, or has the great Widow Collector become a joke?”
He paused, inhaling sharply, then scoffed.
“Falling for her?” he repeated. “That’s what you came here to say?”
The Widow Collector’s gaze did not waver.
“It is the greatest crime in Nocturne Haven,” he replied. “And it carries only one ending. Your death.”
Kane’s jaw tightened.
“Remember this,” the man continued, his voice lower now. “The moment you truly have anything to do with her, the moment you fall for her completely, you die. And she will die too.”
The silence returned, heavier this time.
Kane looked away, his attention shifting to the phone in his hand as if the conversation had already bored him.
“A word is enough for the wise,” he said flatly.
And then, without another glance, he disappeared.
The words followed Kane long after he left.
They crawled into his thoughts, unwelcome and persistent.
He paced the length of his room, anger simmering beneath his skin.
How dare he.
How dare anyone assume he was falling for a mere mutate.
Samantha.??
The name itself irritated him.
Why would he fall for her? Why would he even entertain such a thought?
It was insulting.
Insulting to Sally.
Sally was the only woman he had ever loved. The only one who had ever mattered in that way. Everything else was irrelevant. Temporary. Meaningless.
So why did the words feel like an accusation instead of a lie?
Kane clenched his fists, frustration rising sharply.
He was in the middle of that storm when his phone rang.
The sound was sudden. Shrill.
“Kaneee.”
He pulled the phone to his ear, his expression already guarded.
“What is it?” he asked
“Micky is missing,” Nanny blurted out.
Everything in him snapped to attention.
“What?” Kane straightened instantly. “How is Micky missing? I just left her before coming to my room. She was sleeping.”
Panic crept into his tone despite his effort to control it.
“She was there, Kane,” Nanny said quickly. “And now she’s not.”
“She’s definitely in this house,” Kane said sharply, already moving. “Find her. Check everywhere. Have Abel remove her nanny immediately and pull up the CCTV footage. I’m almost there.”
The call ended.
Kane was already out of the room.
Nanny stood before the CCTV screen, her eyes scanning carefully.
And then she smiled.
There they were.
Samantha and Micky.
Curled against each other on the bed, the child nestled comfortably against Samantha’s body, fast asleep. Peaceful. Safe.
Nanny let out a soft laugh.
“So that’s where you are,” she murmured.
Her smile hardened.
“I’ll make sure you never get here again.”
Her eyes lingered on the screen, resentment bubbling quietly.
“You think you can take Micky’s heart,” she whispered. “And Kane’s love.”
She turned away from the monitor, satisfied.
The moment Kane saw the footage, something dark erupted inside him.
Fury.
Pure, uncontrolled fury.
“I told her to avoid Micky at all cost,” he roared, his voice echoing through the corridor.
“Why the hell is she with Micky?”
His footsteps thundered down the hallway as he headed straight for Samantha’s room.
Maybe he had been too lenient.
Maybe she had mistaken his silence for permission.
But not this time.
This time, he would put her in her place.
He reached her door and did not knock.
He did not pause.
He did not consider the consequences.
Kane flung the door open and stormed inside.
The room was dim, quiet, warm with sleep.
Before Samantha could even sit up, before she could say a word, Kane’s hand came down hard against her face.
The sound echoed.
Samantha gasped as pain exploded across her cheek, her head snapping to the side.
But the fear that filled her eyes had nothing to do with the slap.
She had expected it.
What she had not expected was this.
Micky.
The child jolted awake at the sound, eyes wide with terror. For a split second, she froze. And then she screamed.
“Mama!”
She burst into tears, scrambling toward Samantha and clinging to her desperately, her small body shaking as she buried her face against Samantha’s chest.
Samantha’s heart shattered.
She wrapped her arms around Micky instantly, holding her close, shielding her without thinking.
Her cheek burned. Her body trembled.
But all she could see was the child in her arms.
Kane stood frozen.
This was not how it was supposed to happen.
Micky’s cries filled the room, raw and frightened, the sound cutting deeper than any blade.
She clutched Samantha as if letting go would end the world.
And in that moment, Kane realized something he had never prepared for.
This was his biggest mistake.