LOGIN(KAIRA'S POV)The truck was silent.Slade drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw tight. He hadn't said a word since we left the underground lot. Not when we drove through the tunnel. Not when we burst out onto the empty road. Not when the city lights faded behind us and the trees closed in on either side.I sat in the passenger seat, my hands folded in my lap, my heart still racing from everything that had happened.The fight. The men. The knife.The way he'd looked at me after.Like I mattered.I stole a glance at him. His lip was still bleeding, a thin line of red trickling down his chin. His knuckles were bruised, the skin broken and raw. He looked like he'd been through a war.But he was alive.He was alive because I'd screamed his name."Slade?" My voice was barely above a whisper.He didn't respond."Slade, your hands—""I'm fine."The words were flat. Cold. The same tone he used with everyone else.But I'd seen the way he looked at me. I'd felt the way
(KAIRA'S POV)The truck rumbled beneath me, every bump and turn sending jolts through my body.I lay curled in the darkness of the backseat, my heart pounding so loudly that I was certain Slade could have heard it from the front if music wasn't playing. What the hell am I doing?The question echoed in my mind over and over. I had no plan. Only my phone. No idea where we were going. I was hiding in the back of a truck like some kind of criminal.And yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.Because I needed to be sure that Slade won’t do anything to get in to trouble..After forty minutes at high speed, the truck slowed, and I felt us descend—down, down, down, like we were driving into the earth itself. The road became rougher and my heart hammered even harder.The truck came to a stop, and I heard the engine cut off. Then silence.I held my breath, listening intently to the door open and close, the crunch of gravel under Slade’s boots. Then, the backdoor opened.He took out his bac
)KAIRA'S POV)The truck rumbled beneath me, every bump and turn sending jolts through my body.I lay curled in the darkness of the backseat, my heart pounding so loudly I was certain Slade could hear it from the front. The floor was cold and hard, and the smell of old leather and gasoline filled my nostrils.What the hell am I doing?The question echoed in my mind over and over. I had no plan. No phone. No idea where we were going. I was hiding in the back of a truck like some kind of criminal.And yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.Because I needed to know.I needed to know where Slade went at night. I needed to know who Bullet was. I needed to know why he came home bloodied and broken.I need to know if he's okay.The thought surprised me. When had I started caring so much? When had he stopped being just the infuriating stepbrother who made my life miserable?I didn't have time to answer that question.The truck slowed, and I felt us descend—down, down, down, like we were dr
(KAIRA'S POV)"Oh Kaira, I swear I'm having heart palpitations right now!" Cameron exclaimed.I turned to him sharply and glared when I saw that he was joking."I'm sorry, I can't help it! This lounge is amazing!" He gushed as his eyes scanned the room.I gave a nervous glance around; the lounge was great but I was having a hard time settling in with the whispers and the hard stares I was receiving."A chocolate fountain, a mocktail station and a fucking 360-degree photo booth." He shrieked, smoothing his silk shirt. "I'm glad we clocked the semi-formal dress code because we fit right in with these spoiled kids.""Um, hello…" We both looked up to see a girl in a green dress wearing a smile I recognized well enough. A smile that couldn't be trusted."Hi!" Cameron greeted happily."We were wondering if um… 'she' "—she pointed at me—"could tell us where to use a private restroom. The rest are busy."Cameron and I exchanged a look. I was unfazed, because I was expecting this girl to say s
(KAIRA'S POV)Damian's words lingered in the room long after he left.I sat at the table, my hands folded in front of me, my mind churning. Slade was beside me, his hand resting on my back, his presence steady and grounding."He's asking for a lot," Slade said quietly."I know.""He wants to be a Horton. That's not something we can just give him.""I know." I turned to look at him. "But he's also offering us something we can't get anywhere else. Names. Locations. Evidence. Everything we need to take down the network once and for all.""And if he's lying?""Then we'll deal with it." I paused. "But what if he's not? What if he's telling the truth? What if this is our only chance to end this?"Slade was quiet for a long moment."Then we need to be smart about it. We can't just hand him the Horton name. We need to test him first. See if he's really willing to help us.""What do you suggest?""We give him a small task. Something that proves he's on our side. If he passes, we consider his r
(KAIRA'S POV)Damian's smile lingered in the air like smoke.Interesting.That was all he said before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and my mind racing.Slade was beside me in an instant, his hand gripping mine."Are you okay? Did he hurt you?""I'm fine." I turned to look at him, my eyes wide. "He wants to be part of the family.""I heard.""He said he can help us. He said he has information about the network."Slade's jaw tightened."He's manipulating you.""Maybe." I paused. "But what if he's not? What if he's telling the truth?""And what if he's not?" Slade challenged. "What if this is just another game? Another way to get close to us so he can destroy us from the inside?"I didn't have an answer.Because I didn't know.---We left the gala early, the weight of Damian's words pressing down on us.The drive home was silent. Slade's hands were tight on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.I stared o
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an







