Avaâs POV ~The chains rattled as I shifted. My wrists were raw now angry red lines wrapping around them. My cheek throbbed, and the side of my lip stung with dried blood. Still, I sat straighter than before, even if I was trembling inside.Sebastian was gone.After laughing at my words like a maniac, he had disappeared through the heavy double doors like this was just another business meeting. Like threatening to kill me was something he was used to in his business.But he left the guards. Two of them. Built like statues and just as silent. They stood by the door, expressionless, weapons tucked at their waists, pretending I didnât exist.I wasnât going to give them a show.Instead, I breathed In and Out.Just like Logan taught me during one of our rare, quiet nights. âYou breathe when the world wonât let you speak,â.Back then, I thought he meant anxiety.Now I realized he meant war.The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted me upright. I scrambled to wipe my face, not wanting any
~ Avaâs POV ~The room smelled like expensive cigars . I sat in the ornate chair with my wrists bound and ankles chained to its legs. My hands were beginning to form bruises around.Cold metal chain bit into my skin, and I was shaking from fear. From heartbreak. From the ache of missing someone I didnât know how to forgive.Sebastian Carter stood by the massive window, swirling a glass of whiskey like he was in a movie. Loganâs father.He didnât look like Logan, not really. Maybe the sharp jawline and height, but everything else was darker. his aura, his grin, the way he held power like it was a goddamn crown.He turned slowly, sipping his drink. âSo⌠Youâre the girl who made my son go soft.âI narrowed my eyes. âThat would be me.âHis chuckle was low and cruel. âTouchĂŠ.âHe walked closer, his gaze dropping to my face like he was inspecting a product. His hands were tough and he had scars on his arms everywhere. They looked like they were from knife wounds.âYou know,â he said casu
~ Loganâs POV ~I couldnât breathe.Every second that passed without seeing her face, without hearing her voice or feeling her hand in mine, felt like I was sinking deeper into some black hole I couldn't claw my way out of forever.She was gone. She disappeared, even though it was just for a day but I miss her so much,I wish I could be with her right now.No calls. No texts. Nothing.I walked through the campus like some kind of madman. Every hallway, every bench, every place I knew she might retreat to. The library. The law building. Even on the rooftop but she wasn't there. It's like she disappeared in thin air Charlotte had been the one to tell me she heard Ava running after overhearing something⌠and my whole world stopped. The conversation with Aaron. My stupid, impulsive laugh. My mocking words.Words that werenât real, I didn't even intend to mock her but I did that to stop Aaron From snooping into our business but I didn't know she was there. She heard all of it. All I wanted
~Avaâs pov~I didnât know how far I ran Or for how long.All I knew was the pain.It was like drowning in fire. Each of my breaths burned so bad, each heartbeat felt like it was the last beat of my heart .Logan. How could he do that? Did I really Matter to him? After everything we did together? Everything we've been through?He said I was just a bet.A game.A âquick fuck.âI trusted him. I gave him parts of me I kept locked away for so long. He made me believe he saw meâŚthe real me, not just the girl who kept her guard up, but the one who wanted someone to fight to be let in.And he won that fight.But it was all a setup,an act.Just so he could win some goddamn bet.I collapsed onto a bench outside a closed cafĂŠ a mile away from campus. The sky was dull and black, matching the situation of my heart. My fingers trembled as I wiped the tears away pointless, really, because they kept coming.Everything felt numb and sharp all at once.I didnât even look up when I heard footsteps.âAva
Loganâs POVShe heard me.Those three words hit harder than any punch Iâd taken on the field. Harder than any lecture, harder than any breakup. Because it wasnât just anyone who heard me say it.It was Ava. The girl who considered me her whole world.She stood there, her eyes wide ,Chest heaving,Her lips parting like she was trying to speak but nothing came out. The look in her eyes wasnât just hurt. It was betrayal. Shattered hope. Like Iâd taken everything she believed in and set it on fire.And I did.God, I did.The second she turned and ran, my brain short-circuited.âAVA!âBut she didnât stop.Her shoes clicked against the floor, echoing down the hallway, fading with every desperate beat of my heart.I lunged forward without thinking, shoving Aaron aside.âWhat the hell did you say that for?â I growled.Aaron raised his hands up mocking surrendering. âWhat did I say?? The question is what did you do to her Logan!âIt was true . it wasnât just Aaron.It was me.The words came fr
~Ava's pov~Something was off.Loganâs hand was warm in mine as we sat on the bench, his thumb was repeatedly brushing over my knuckles like he needed the contact to keep steady. But I could feel there was something bothering him. The weight in his silence. The way his eyes flicked too quickly when Aaron passed by.It wasnât the first time Iâd noticed it.Whenever Aaron was around, Logan changed. Not in an obvious way. It wasnât like he growled or stormed off. No, it was more subtle like his jaw tightened, his shoulders stiffened, and sometimes, he looked at me like he was waiting for something to fall apart.And that made me nervous. What if it's something bad? What if it tears us apart?âSo,â I said casually, as we walked toward my class building. âYou and Aaron⌠everything good?âLogan didnât even look at me. âYeah. Why?ââYou just seem tense around him. Every time heâs near me, you act like you're ready to fight.âHe exhaled sharply. âItâs just football stuff. Competitive crap.
~Loganâs POV ~The bass in the club thumped so loud I could feel it in my chest.Flashing lights, grinding bodies, and the sharp smell of spilled drinks . Tristan was halfway through his second beer, and Miles was already flirting with a girl in red. Me? I was nursing the same drink Iâd been holding for the last hour, mind elsewhere.Avaâs face wouldnât leave my head.The way she laughed when she teased me. The way her eyes sparkled when she got fired up about law stuff. The way her voice dropped when she was tired, soft and raw and real.And the way Nate looked at her like he already knew he was falling.God, it made my blood boil.âYouâre doing that brooding thing again,â Tristan said, sliding into the booth beside me.âShut up.ââSeriously,â he said, nudging my arm. âYou look like someone just kicked your puppy.âI didnât answer. Miles dropped into the seat across from us, flanked by two girls who disappeared when he saw my face.âWhatâs with you, man?â Miles asked. âYou win the ga
I had just finished my history class and was heading toward the cafĂŠ when I spotted Charlotte waving frantically.âAVA!â she shouted, practically dragging her boyfriend Tristan by the arm.I smiled and jogged up. âWhat, is there a fire or just another TikTok recipe you want to try?ââNeither. Look who I found loitering like a lost golden retriever!â she said, grinning as Nate came into view behind her, wearing a hoodie and carrying a smoothie.âHey,â Nate said, offering me that same warm smile that always made my stomach flip. âFancy seeing you here, Professor Scary.âCharlotte raised an eyebrow. âProfessor what?ââItâs a diner thing,â I muttered.Nate chuckled. âShe trained me. Survived my fork-tray fiasco.ââShe texted me about it,â Charlotte said, giving me a mischievous look. âAlong with the dimple emoji.âI narrowed my eyes. âCharlotte.ââWhat? I just find it interesting,â she said, casually looping her arm around Tristanâs waist. âThat Fork Boy here clearly likes you.âNate cho
~Avaâs pov~Today was a bit boring. No Charlotte in sight as she was busy with Tristan. No Logan and I miss him alot Even though he's coming back today, I couldn't help myself from being lonely.The diner felt too quiet without the lunch chaos, and I was just finishing up a refill run when I heard the bell above the door jingle.I turned, expecting a customer and froze.Logan.Tall, broad, in his usual Titans hoodie and backward cap, looking like he hadnât just spent the last two days tackling people in another town. His hazel eyes locked on mine the second he spotted me.And just like that, I forgot how to hold a soda pitcher properly.Sometimes I wonder,why does he have that hold on me? Sometimes I completely forget everything around me as my eyes locked with him.âYouâre back early,â I said excitedly,my heart skipping.He shrugged like it was no big deal. âCoach cut us loose after the game. Thought Iâd surprise you.ââYou did,â I said, setting the pitcher down before I dropped it.