LOGINBRIAN“You know, if you're gonna keep staring at me the whole time, you might as well just come take the laptop away. I can't work like this.”“You had me believe you were trained for these kind of situations” I groaned. “You hacked into the Lang database like it was nothing, yet you can't find one measly man?”Mika turned back on her ergonomic chair and stared at me with an expression clear with contempt.“He didn't sound so ‘measly’ when you described him. Speaking of which, you BARELY described him” she emphasized. “All I know is that you saw him at the Lang Meeting. Meaning he could be one in hundreds of people.”A wave of annoyance spread between us, and the moment she noticed, she turned back to the laptop. “Just give me more time. I'll find your mystery man.”Yeah. Sure she would.It's not like it'd been weeks or anything. The longer it took, the more frustrating it became. With Theo unresponsive and the hunt for me all but over, I already had a lot on my plate. Yet, the o
Chapter 232ADRIANI wasn’t attracted to Bianca.Did she have great boobs and a nice, plump ass? Yes. Did I find it increasingly hard to peel my eyes off her whenever she took her baths back in Dakota? Of course.But… she wasn’t my type. And the last thing I needed right now was to draw more unnecessary attention to myself by hooking up with the girl both my brothers already had a history with.So, despite the heat of that moment, our eyes met for only a couple of seconds before I walked away and headed back down to my room.I highly doubted they’d stop their little session just because I caught a glimpse, but I’d be lying if I said I cared.Bianca. Max. Brian. Mrs. Callaghan. I really didn’t give a flying fuck about any of them.Did that sound rude?My bad. I meant I couldn’t care less.And before the voices started orbiting my mind, I was very much aware that I’d be dead if not for Max’s mercy, in prison if not for Brian’s mediation, and homeless if it weren’t for Mrs. Callagh
BIANCAHe stared at me like the words had knocked all the oxygen out of his lungs.“What?” he muttered.Did he really want me to repeat it?Despite the tremble in my gut and the unease spreading through me, I took a few quiet steps toward him and stopped only centimetres away.“I want you to fuck me, Max. Properly and thoroughly.”I wasn’t sure what to make of his expression. Shock? Confusion?Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to hide the flint of something hotter burning behind his eyes. Like a matchstick that only needed the slightest nudge to set an entire field on fire.“Don’t hold back.” I drew closer, ready to give him that final push. “I give you permission to use me however you’d—”He grabbed my waist before I could close any more space. Just as I tried to steady myself, Max’s mouth closed over mine.Instantly, streaks of something warm and spreading burst through me. My body tingled with a heat that ached and satisfied all at once.He pulled me closer. Close enough that I c
Chapter 230MAX[Bianca: Can you come up to my room?]I stared at the text for so long I almost forgot I was still standing in the doorway.You’d think I’d have been used to a message like that by now, but Bianca and I had barely spoken since Dakota.I checked on her every morning before I left for practice, and every night before I went to bed.So far, the most I’d gotten in response was a grunt last Thursday. I still couldn’t tell if it meant *thank you* or *please stop coming to my room*.Well. At least I’d kind of gotten my answer now.“Who texted us?” Adrian peered in from behind me.I spun away and clutched my phone so tight it looked like I was holding something I had no business letting anyone see.“That’s new,” Adrian said, raising a brow.“The next time you stick your face in my phone, I’ll break your nose.”“Sure you will.” He pulled off his duffel bag and tossed it onto the couch, about to head for the kitchen when Mom walked out.He froze the second he noticed her silhoue
BIANCAIf I had a dollar for every time I’d been up in this room, lying half-naked with my laptop in front of me, I’d have… well, quite a few dollars.But I already had a lot more than that. I wasn’t bragging or anything, but if I decided to quit OnlyFans today, I had enough money to keep me afloat for the next decade or so.That was good, right?I should’ve been content. Maybe even happy. But if I said there was a single bone in my body that didn’t ache when I signed the contract extension with OnlyFans two nights ago, I’d be lying.An engulfing wave of apathy had sunk so deep into me that I didn’t want to do much of anything.Didn’t want to perform. Didn’t want to eat. Didn’t want to sleep.It had been three weeks since Max rescued me, and almost exactly two months since the day I was kidnapped. The thing about “happenings” like this that no one tells you is that life really does move forward either way.Yet here I was. In the same place. In the same moment. About to do some
Chapter 228MAXI didn’t deserve to be here.Not unless they’d closed their eyes to everything that had happened after the game against Kieran.I hadn’t stepped foot on a court in months. I hadn’t had a sane night in even longer.But for the first time in what felt like forever, the noise around me wasn’t coming from inside my head.Sneakers squeaked across the space. Balls ricocheted against the hardwood. Tired grunts followed every repeated drill.New York’s Summer Basketball Showcase was up and running… and somehow, I’d been selected.Well. Kind of.Technically, this was a second chance at catching a scout’s attention, and I wasn’t the only one hoping to get noticed.Groups of players continued their drills all across the massive facility.Eight standard courts. Hundreds of scoutable talents. And as far as they were concerned, Max Callaghan was a past-tense player.“We’ll run the route again,” the coach assigned to our court shouted from the sidelines. “And Max!” He shot me a







