LOGINBRYNN POV
The way he says “alone” makes me shiver down my spine and not in the good way. But I opt to tell the truth. Realizing he’s not going to let it go. Trying to just make it to my stop safely. Survival, it’s all I’ve known. His face close to mine, I turn away to the window. “I went out with my stepsister and her friends. They took me downtown and left me in another club. We don’t get along much so it’s no surprise that she would leave me in a city I don’t know. I started walking home when I thought I saw her walking into your club. So I followed.” “I walked through looking for her. I thought I saw her enter through the curtain, I followed. I checked every room, not a fan of your business by the way, and couldn’t find her. I found an empty room to order an Uber. But that’s when you pervertedly pushed your chest against my back” I see his expression shifts subtly—calculation replacing amusement. He studies your face like he's reading between lines you didn't know you wrote. “Abandoned by family in my territory. Interesting coincidence.” His fingers drum once against the leather seat. “Your stepsister. Describe her.” “Blonde blue eyes, plastic surgery face and body to match. Her name is Jessie. Know her? Seems like your type” I joke. The car slows at a red light. Through the window, you notice you're not on the route to Main and Washington anymore. The streets look unfamiliar, buildings growing more industrial, fewer pedestrians on the sidewalks. I don’t show panic, but quick to think how I’m going to escape. The mysterious man notices your realization and leans forward, pressing the intercom. Change of plans, Kade. Take us to Meridian. He turns back to you, eyes dark with intention. “Don't worry. I'll get you home... eventually.” VEX POV My expression hardens at her description. Recognition flashes in his eyes, quickly replaced by something colder. “Jessie Mason…Daddy's, Robert, right? Trying to buy up half the waterfront? Eastern territory mafia boss?” He pulls out his phone, types something rapidly. “Your stepsister has... expensive tastes. And expensive debts.” *The car stops at a red light.* Her hand on the car door handle she tries to open the door. But the car is locked from the outside. Much like a cop car. “Cute” she says. I can’t help but laugh at the attempt. “It’s to keep enemies in, you’re not an enemy are you Brynn?” BRYNN POV “How do you know my name?” I ask. Panicked. I’ve been on the run for two months now. Is this how Robert finds me? I think to myself. I glare at the man before me. Not sure if I should expect my death or something worse.. being brought back to Robert. He gives me a predatory smile. “Relax, I know that Robert has a step daughter named Brynn… if you’re Jessie’s step sister then I just used process of elimination.” I let out a breath I didn’t realizing I was holding. The man signals to his driver and we turn around pulling up to Washington and main. The car pulls to a smooth stop at the corner. He leans forward, his breath warm against my ear. “This is where you wanted to go. But I don't think it's where you need to be.” Kade gets out and opens your door of the car. The mysterious man’s fingers brush yours as you exit, the touch deliberate and lingering. “Jessie's in over her head with people who don't play nice. Not even by my standards.” He slips a black business card into your hand, his thumb pressing it into your palm. “When you're ready to hear the rest, call that number. Only that number.” His eyes flick to the street outside, then back to you, something almost like concern darkening his gaze. I take the card, it reads VEX MADDOCK and only one number on it. I look at the card. I flick it back the card hitting Lex in the chest. “I’m not interested in helping Jessie. Her problems are her fault. I’m not interested in getting involved in your criminal world.” I shut the car door, waiting for them to drive off so I can walk away. The car pulls away slowly. I can feel Vex’s eyes on me through the tinted windows. My apartment is 3 blocks away. I reach the door and unlock it. Safe.BRYNN POVTwo weeks later, I almost forget what fear feels like.That should’ve been my first warning.The city is busy in that late-morning way—cars humming, people weaving past each other with coffee cups and headphones and places to be. I have bags looped over my wrist, new clothes folded neatly inside. Things I chose. Colors I like. Proof that I exist outside guarded halls and marble floors.Normal.I’m halfway down the sidewalk, mentally checking off errands, when something shifts behind me.Not a sound.A pressure.Instinct sparks—but too late.A hard, brutal force slams into the back of my head.White explodes behind my eyes.My knees buckle as the world tilts violently sideways. I barely register the shape of a hand grabbing my arm, yanking me off balance, my bags hitting the ground with a useless scatter of fabric and paper.“Don’t scream,” a voice murmurs close to my ear. Calm. Familiar in a way that makes my stomach drop. “You always were bad at that part anyway.”I try to
BRYNN POVTwo days pass without another memory.No flashes. No jolts. No cold rush of recognition stealing the breath from my lungs.Just… quiet.Which feels almost suspicious.By the third morning, I’m sitting at the long breakfast table with a mug warming my hands, watching sunlight creep across polished marble like it belongs there. Vex is on his phone, jaw set in that focused way that means business. Kade leans against the counter nearby, arms crossed, pretending not to hover.Normal.As normal as this life gets.I take a bite of toast and try not to flinch when the butter melts against my fingers.“That’s progress,” Kade says lightly, nodding toward my plate. “You’ve eaten more today than yesterday.”I shrug. “Guess my body decided it likes routine.”Vex’s gaze flicks to me—quick, assessing—then away again. He doesn’t comment. He never pushes. It’s one of the reasons I feel steady enough to be sitting here at all.I lift my coffee.That’s when it happens.Not a crash.A slide.Th
BRYNN POVI don’t wake screaming.That’s the first thing I notice.No panic. No disorientation. Just a sudden, sharp awareness—like a light clicking on inside my chest.Vex is there immediately. His arm tightens around me, breath warm against my hair.“Hey,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”I swallow, my throat tight—not from fear, but from the weight of what’s still echoing through me.“I remembered,” I whisper.I don’t have to explain which part. The way his body goes still tells me everything.“The hallway,” I continue softly. “The villa. The door.”His hand moves slowly up and down my back, grounding, patient.“You don’t have to keep going,” he says.“I want to.”I tell him—quietly, carefully—about the anger, the ocean, the way I didn’t want to feel owned. About how I’d stood there convincing myself I didn’t need him… until I heard his voice.When I finish, the room feels heavier. Fuller.Like the memory settled where it belonged.I lay back down against him, letting my cheek rest over
VEX POVShe wakes wrong.Not startled. Not confused.Too still.Her breath catches first—a sharp inhale like her lungs have forgotten how to work. Her fingers twitch against my chest, then curl, gripping hard enough that I feel the pressure through bone.“Brynn,” I murmur immediately. “Hey. Easy.”Her eyes flutter open.For half a second, they’re unfocused—clouded with sleep.Then her brow tightens.She inhales again, deeper this time, and her hand flies to her temple.“Oh—” Her voice fractures. “My head.”This isn’t a dull ache. I can see that instantly. Her jaw tightens, teeth pressing together as if she’s bracing for impact. Her body goes rigid against mine, every muscle locking at once.I sit up carefully, keeping my arm around her so she doesn’t lurch away.“It’s okay,” I say quietly, steady, grounding. “Don’t fight it.”Her breathing turns uneven.Then her eyes change.Not panic.Recognition.She stares at my throat first. My collarbone. My mouth.Then my eyes.And the way she l
VEX POVMorning comes quietly.Not with alarms or voices or the sharp intrusion of reality—but with warmth.Weight.Breath.Brynn is sprawled across my chest, one arm tucked beneath my shoulder, her cheek resting over my heart like it chose this spot on instinct. Her hair is a dark spill against my skin, strands brushing my throat every time she shifts. Slow. Unconscious. Safe.I don’t move.I barely breathe.Because this—this—is something fragile. Something earned.The house is still. Dawn light filters through the tall windows, pale and gold, catching in the edges of the room. Somewhere downstairs, the faint hum of life begins—footsteps, a distant murmur—but up here, the world has narrowed to the rise and fall of her breath against me.My hand is already in her hair.I don’t remember deciding to put it there.I stroke slowly, carefully, fingertips gliding along her scalp like muscle memory knows the exact pressure she likes. She makes a small sound in her sleep—soft, content—and pre
VEX POVHer mouth finds mine again before I can overthink it.Not rushed. Not desperate.Intentional.Like she’s reminding me that this—us—has always lived in the quiet spaces between restraint and surrender.I slide one hand to her waist, the other bracing against the wall beside her head. The fitting room feels impossibly small now, air thick with heat and memory and everything I’ve spent three months denying myself.Her fingers curl into my jacket, tugging me closer. The contact sparks—bright, familiar. My body responds instantly, traitorous in its certainty.I break the kiss just long enough to breathe against her mouth. “Brynn…”She tilts her head, lips brushing my jaw. “I know,” she whispers. “Slow.”That word is the only thing keeping me grounded.I trail my knuckles along her arm instead—deliberate, measured—memorizing her again without crossing the line I promised myself I wouldn’t. She shivers, and the reaction hits me harder than any kiss ever could.Nostalgia coils tight i







