~Logan’s POV ~The cold night air bit through my jacket as I leaned against the wall outside. My knuckles ached where they’d grazed against the concrete during the fight earlier, but that was the least of my worries.I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but the weight in my chest was unbearable.I had promised Ava I’d explain everything but how could I? How do you explain that the man you hate, your own father, made you a pawn in his twisted game? That the freedom you bought for the woman you love came at the cost of your own soul? That was absolutely impossible.I glanced at my phone again with no messages. No missed calls. Like I’d vanished.I was supposed to protect her. Keep her safe. But all I’d done was drag her into this nightmare.The memory of her chained legs, bruised arms, her defiant gaze piercing through the dark, haunted me. I was supposed to be there for her. I was supposed to protect her from any danger but I let her down.I pushed off the fence and started w
Ava’s 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 didn’t exist.I wasn’t going to give them a show.Instead, I breathed In and Out.Just like Logan taught me during one of our rare, quiet nights. “You breathe when the world won’t let you speak,”.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
~ Ava’s 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 didn’t know how to forgive.Sebastian Carter stood by the massive window, swirling a glass of whiskey like he was in a movie. Logan’s father.He didn’t 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. “So… You’re the girl who made my son go soft.”I narrowed my eyes. “That would be me.”His chuckle was low and cruel. “Touché.”He 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.“You know,” he said casu
~ Logan’s POV ~I couldn’t 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 weren’t 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
~Ava’s pov~I didn’t 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 “quick fuck.”I trusted him. I gave him parts of me I kept locked away for so long. He made me believe he saw me…the 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 café 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 didn’t even look up when I heard footsteps.“Ava
Logan’s POVShe heard me.Those three words hit harder than any punch I’d taken on the field. Harder than any lecture, harder than any breakup. Because it wasn’t 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 wasn’t just hurt. It was betrayal. Shattered hope. Like I’d 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.“AVA!”But she didn’t 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.“What the hell did you say that for?” I growled.Aaron raised his hands up mocking surrendering. “What did I say?? The question is what did you do to her Logan!”It was true . it wasn’t just Aaron.It was me.The words came fr
~Ava's pov~Something was off.Logan’s 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 wasn’t the first time I’d noticed it.Whenever Aaron was around, Logan changed. Not in an obvious way. It wasn’t 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?“So,” I said casually, as we walked toward my class building. “You and Aaron… everything good?”Logan didn’t even look at me. “Yeah. Why?”“You just seem tense around him. Every time he’s near me, you act like you're ready to fight.”He exhaled sharply. “It’s just football stuff. Competitive crap.
~Logan’s 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 I’d been holding for the last hour, mind elsewhere.Ava’s face wouldn’t 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.“You’re doing that brooding thing again,” Tristan said, sliding into the booth beside me.“Shut up.”“Seriously,” he said, nudging my arm. “You look like someone just kicked your puppy.”I didn’t answer. Miles dropped into the seat across from us, flanked by two girls who disappeared when he saw my face.“What’s with you, man?” Miles asked. “You win the ga
I had just finished my history class and was heading toward the café when I spotted Charlotte waving frantically.“AVA!” she shouted, practically dragging her boyfriend Tristan by the arm.I smiled and jogged up. “What, is there a fire or just another TikTok recipe you want to try?”“Neither. Look who I found loitering like a lost golden retriever!” she said, grinning as Nate came into view behind her, wearing a hoodie and carrying a smoothie.“Hey,” Nate said, offering me that same warm smile that always made my stomach flip. “Fancy seeing you here, Professor Scary.”Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Professor what?”“It’s a diner thing,” I muttered.Nate chuckled. “She trained me. Survived my fork-tray fiasco.”“She texted me about it,” Charlotte said, giving me a mischievous look. “Along with the dimple emoji.”I narrowed my eyes. “Charlotte.”“What? I just find it interesting,” she said, casually looping her arm around Tristan’s waist. “That Fork Boy here clearly likes you.”Nate cho