LOGINMy heart doesn't just drop.It crashes.Ashley.Of course it's her.One of his sister's little friends. Leather pants, a halter top that shows just how desperate she is, and the kind of smug smile that makes me want to rip out her hair strand by strand.Heat climbs up my neck.Rage. Embarrassment. S
"Final boarding call for Flight 238..."I finish the last sip of my mimosa, sling my Gucci diaper bag over one shoulder, smooth the fabric of my dress with a flick of my wrist, and reach for Cameron with the kind of ease that only comes from knowing no one else is going to carry the weight for you.
Christine(August 2025 — 9 months after I left)"I have to ask," Evelina says, her voice soft but unwavering as she shifts Cameron in her arms, rocking him like she's done it a million times. "Are you sure about this? Going back to him?"I lift my mimosa and take a measured sip, letting the citrus b
"You wouldn't love me if I wasn't.""I assure you I would."Carol turns back to me, her voice softening. "Honey, anytime you need help with the babies, you call us. Day or night. Nothing's more important than family."Relief settles heavy in my chest, dragging the rest of me down with it."Thank you
As I ruffle Niko's hair while he sits beside me, a soft knock echoes through the room, followed by the quiet creak of the door swinging open."Mind if we come in?" Carol's voice floats gently through the doorway.Niko lifts his head, quickly wiping away the evidence that he'd been crying."Hey, Mom.
AlyssaAt the hospital, the nurses whisk my babies away for the routine tests that should've been done as soon as they were born.Still, my chest tightens when they're rolled out of the room.I know it's standard. Necessary—especially considering the way they made their grand entrance on the floor o
If only people knew the truth—we'd be fucked. Right now, the Crimson Reapers are fractured. We're supposed to be a brotherhood, and I can't even trust my own vice president. "What did you really ask me out here for?" War asks, setting his glass down. I exhale sharply. "I need a favor." His
Grayson After having a huge fight with Christine—one where I probably said shit I can't take back—I pull up to a bar on the outskirts of town. I just want to drink until I can't fucking think anymore. Until I can't fucking feel anymore. Until the burn of whiskey drowns out the rage boiling insi
I don't just hear her words—I see them, the scenes playing out in my head like a horror film I'd give anything to destroy. Her voice shakes with each word, her body quivering against mine as if she's reliving it, too. No wonder she didn't want to tell me. But none of this is her fault. She did wha
When he turns back, his words are harsher than I've ever heard them. "That's because I never wanted to see you again. So, just forget what you saw today. Go back to smoking dope and fucking drug dealers for money. You were always good at that." I flinch. He doesn't mean that. I know he doesn't.







