LOGINHannah’s POV:I couldn’t move.My hands were still locked around the steering wheel even though the car engine had gone silent minutes ago. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, like they no longer belonged to me. My chest felt too tight, my breaths coming out shallow and uneven.I had just watched a man get attacked.Not threatened. Not warned.Attacked.My mind replayed it over and over—the glint of metal under the streetlight, the dull sickening sound when the pipe connected with his head, the way Mike’s body crumpled like he had no bones. The ease with which Uncle Chen lifted him. The calm efficiency.This wasn’t business.This was brutality.A sharp knock sounded against my car door.I flinched violently, a small gasp ripping out of me before I could stop it. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as my head snapped toward the sound.“Hannah.”Adam.“Babe, open the door.”Relief hit me so hard it almost made me dizzy. I quickly unlocked the door, and Adam slid into the passenger se
Hannah’s POVBy the time I got home that evening, the sky had already begun to dim, the soft orange glow of dusk stretching across the windows like a warning. Even after a day's work at the office, my mind was still buzzing from the meeting earlier, from Chairman Gus’s words and the ticking clock they’d set in motion.When I stepped into the sitting room, Maria was there.She sat casually on one of the couches, her legs crossed, her phone in her hand like she owned the place. Her presence made something inside my chest tighten, but I kept my expression neutral. Calm. Normal.Everything depended on that.Almost on cue, my phone rang.Perfect.I glanced at the screen and deliberately frowned, as if annoyed. “Wait,” I said aloud, making sure my voice carried. “I can’t talk here. Let me go inside.”I didn’t miss the way Maria’s eyes lifted sharply to me. Curious. Alert.I walked down the hallway toward my room, my heartbeat steady despite the adrenaline rushing through me. Inside, I answ
Hannah’s POV:I woke up slowly, the room still heavy with sleep and warmth. For a brief second, I stayed still, letting myself exist in that soft space between dreams and reality. My body felt deliciously relaxed, my muscles loose, my mind quiet in a way it rarely was.Flashes of last night bubbled in my head. The way he watched me take off my clothes, the way I held his shaft in my hand, the way he thrusted into me. I could still feel it.Gosh! That was one of the best nights of my life.I stretched on the bed.Then I noticed it.The space beside me was empty.My eyes fluttered open fully, my gaze drifting to the other side of the bed. The sheets were rumpled, still warm, but Adam wasn’t there. My chest tightened instantly, a sudden, irrational panic blooming in my stomach.Had he already left?The thought stung more than I expected. After everything, after last night, waking up alone felt like a quiet rejection, even though I knew better. Still, old wounds had a way of whispering at
Hannah's POV:Adam's eyes were hungry and filled with consumption as he stared at me. “Should we take this to the room?”The way he bit his lips when he said it, the way his eyes remained fixed on my body, the way his arm remained wrapped around my waist—warm and firm. My body just couldn't resist him.I didn't want to resist him.I swallowed, taking out a breath I didn't know I was holding. “Yes, let's go.”He blinked, not in shock but in confirmation. His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you sure?” His hand grazed my cheeks. “We don't have to do anything you don't want to.”Hannah took her hand and placed her fingers on his lips. “No, I want to.”Adam smiled, getting the green light. He took her hands in his, holding her like he was reassuring her he was going to talk her through the whole thing. “I want to too,”He took my hand and led me through the hallway, and I followed without any resistance.After Hayes' I never thought I'd be able to give my heart to an
Hannah’s POV:Adam’s shoulder healed faster than I expected.Or maybe it just felt fast because I hadn’t wanted this moment to come.The doctor’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic and citrus cleaner, the kind that lingered long after you left. We were sitting in the hospital room for what the doctor kept calling the final checkup, and every time he said the word, my chest tightened just a little. Adam sat beside me on the bed, his shirt peeled off his shoulder as the doctor examined the old bullet wound with practiced efficiency.“Move your hands forward,” he commanded. Adam did as he was told and he did it without stress.“Alright, backwards.”He did.“Now try to rotate your arm.” He did without any single ounce of strain.“Range of motion looks good,” the doctor said, rotating Adam’s arm slightly. “No inflammation, no nerve damage. You’re cleared.”Adam grinned. “Told you I heal like Wolverine.”The doctor gave him a look. “Try not to get shot again.”“No promises,” Adam repli
Hannah’s POV:The next weekend arrived faster than I expected, and before I knew it, Adam was parking his car in front of Josh’s duplex. I stared out the window, momentarily forgetting the chaos in my life because—wow. The place looked like something off a glossy magazine cover: a tall cream-white structure with glass railings, a manicured lawn, and a marble pathway that screamed money in a low, classy whisper.“Damn,” Adam muttered beside me, taking it all in. “Your friend has taste.”I snorted as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Josh always had expensive hobbies. Watches, cars… apparently now, houses too.”Adam shot me a playful look. “Should I be worried?”“He wishes,” I deadpanned, earning a chuckle.Josh opened the front door before we even knocked. “Get in here, you two! You’re letting cold air escape.”“It’s warm outside,” I pointed out.“Yes, but it ruins the aesthetic when the door stays open,” he said seriously.Josh and his priorities. I followed him inside, and my jaw dropped aga







