“Everybody stay back,” Finn says, holding the blade just below the end of his cast, pressing it to the exposed skin of his wrist. The metal catches the light in a way that makes my stomach twist. “This could’ve ended better, but you don’t stop until someone’s dead or in the hospital, Knox. So here we are.”Knox doesn’t move. His hands are in his pockets, and his eyes are on his brother like he’s watching someone pull a party trick. It terrifies me, the way he looks so… unfazed.Victoria looks horrified. She’s gone pale. I don’t know what I feel. Cold? Numb? Detached in that way you get when your brain won’t let you absorb something all at once. But I do know one thing—I don’t want to see Finn open his wrists. Not in front of me. Not ever.“Is that supposed to move me, Finn?” Knox says, his tone flat. “You sent Mom to me with some lie about Lydia, hoping I’d come running. And now you think pulling a knife will somehow make me forgive you?”“Lie about Lydia?” Finn says. “What are you ta
It dawns on me at this moment that I probably should’ve eased into it better. Said it in a way that didn’t feel like a punch to the gut.Sure, I expected anger. Some disbelief. Maybe even that quiet kind of devastation Knox rarely lets anyone see. But I didn’t expect the shift to happen so fast, like flipping a light switch. One second he’s lying beside me, breathing calm night air, and the next, he’s fire and thunder.“You can't be certain she's lying, Knox,” I say carefully.But he's already on his feet.“Come on,” he says. “My mother wants to see me, right? Well, she’s going to damn well see me now.”“Don’t go. At least not tonight. You seem angry.”“Shouldn’t I be?” He crouches down and grabs my shoulders, lifting me easily to my feet. His hands are steady, but his eyes are pure rage. “You have no idea how much angrier I’ll be if there’s even a sliver of truth in this.”We just stand there for a moment, still. Our bodies facing each other, breaths shared.“Don’t go,” I whisper.“I
***~~SLOANE~~***I don’t know what I’m doing right now, but I’m absolutely sure I care about this man. And I know that finding out his sister, the same one whose death tore him and Finn apart, is actually alive won’t go down easy.It didn't go down easy for me either.I was mad at Victoria after she told me. I called her evil and told her to get lost. Then I got into the car and drove off with my foot pushing hard against the gas.But the truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. All evening, it’s been bouncing around inside me, twisting up my insides. Should I tell him? Should I not? Is it better to leave the past where it lies, or does Knox deserve to know?He grips the wheel tighter at the mention of his mother, and even though his words are calm, I can feel the shift in him.“She got to you, didn’t she?” he asks.“Yeah. She did.”His jaw flexes as he exhales.“That woman is very determined. All you have to do is put Finn in a desperate situation, and she starts her campaign
Her breathing’s changed—softer now, deeper. The kind that happens when she’s turned on and trying to pretend she isn’t. I can picture her perfectly. Back pressed against a wall, lips pursed in that half-annoyed, half-aroused way she does when I get under her skin. Probably still dressed in whatever office thing she wore to work today but is thinking about stripping it off now.“You, mister,” she finally says, “are a very naughty man. I didn’t even get to say what I called for, and you’re already steering the conversation straight to flirtation.”“What you called for?” I ask as I pull onto the road. “It’s Friday. I assumed this was a booty call. I’m already rerouting to your house.”“Knox Hartley! This is not a booty call.”“It’s not?”“No.”“Prove it.”“What?”“If you didn’t call because you missed my dick, prove it. Say so.”I can hear her hiding a chuckle.“I’m not always a horny girlfriend, you know?” she says.“Then prove it, Bunny. Tell me why else you called.”“It can’t be said
***~~KNOX~~***My opponent in the kickboxing ring has gotten a few good hits. The last one almost cracked a rib. Which is exactly what I wanted. Pain. It reminds me that I’m still alive.“Come on, Hartley,” someone from the sidelines yells. “You gonna let a stockbroker outkick you?”Laughter follows.My opponent grins, panting. He’s younger, probably in his early twenties, cocky, all limbs and fast feet. He’s been running his mouth since round one, but I’ve let him.I always let them think they’re winning.A low voice near the ropes pipes up—it’s my trainer, Jackson, arms crossed and chewing gum like it owes him money.“Wrap it up, Knox. He’s gassed. You’re just playing with your food now.”The guy lunges again, going for a jab-cross. I take the jab, duck the cross, and drive my elbow into his ribs with satisfying contact. He wheezes.“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” someone else calls.One quick right hook to the jaw, then a left uppercut under his chin. He finally stumbles back fa
This has got to be the worst weekend in the history of weekends.First, Hunter decided to accuse me of destroying his wedding. Then Serena, my own sister, went full psychologist on me in the car, practically diagnosing me with mommy issues and abandonment issues. And if that wasn’t enough, Hunter’s car rammed into the back of my car, a BMW I’d barely had for a week.And now?Now, Victoria Hartley—Knox and Finn’s mother—is implying that I shattered Finn's heart.He'd need to have a damn heart to begin with.I’ve had it.“Does anyone else have anything they’d like to get off their chest?” I say, raising my voice. “Now might be a good time to accuse me of changing the weather and instigating the first world war too.”“You’re not even sorry,” Victoria says.“Sorry about what? That I left Finn? Friendships start and end. If he can’t cope with being left, then that's his problem. Get him help.”“What do you think I’m here for?” Her eyes flash. “What do you think Knox called me into this pop
From the direction of Hunter’s gaze, I know he’s talking about Serena.I move fast.My heels clack across the asphalt as I walk briskly toward her. I don’t wait. I grab her arm.“Heyyy,” Serena squeals. “What the hell? Not even a hello, and you’re dragging me away?”“Just walk,” I mutter.She stumbles for a second but regains her stride. Quickly, I look behind us to see that Hunter hasn't moved from his position. There's a weird look in his eyes. “Who was that?” Serena says. “The guy you were talking to.”“A crazy son of a bitch.”Serena lifts a brow. “Your boss? I know people only talk about their bosses that way.”I want to deny it, say he’s just an arrogant bastard with a god complex and an old grudge. But if what Hunter said earlier is true, then yeah. He might actually be my boss soon. The thought makes my stomach tighten.We reach my car. I dig out the keys and unlock it. Serena stops short, blinking.“Whose car is this?”“Mine.”She whistles. “That’s an expensive-looking BMW.
***~~SLOANE~~***It’s strange how you can go through ten years of your life knowing someone exists but not caring about that existence, and then one day, you meet them, and suddenly, they’re all you think about.You start wondering where they are, if some girl is looking at them the wrong way, what kind of evil they’re up to—because let’s be honest, I’m not deluding myself into believing Knox is out there doing anything noble. Probably intimidating someone into silence or convincing a public figure to break a law or two.It’s Friday. Barely five days since he took me in the shower, and here I am, mentally spiraling. Wondering when I’ll get to lie beside him again, pretending to resist while he seduces the resistance right out of me. When he’ll bury himself inside me and silence every logical thought in my brain. God, I’m losing it.I'm not going to be one of those needy, clingy girlfriends who can’t get enough of their men. Their very busy men. I’m not.But it’s hard to stay grounde
Her body trembles. Her eyes flutter. Her hips jerk as I bring her to the edge. I hold her there, my grip on her neck tightening. I know I'm pushing her to the limit. But I also know she's safe with me, that I won't let her go too far. And then, with a final cry, she lets go. "That's it,” I say. “Let me feel you fall apart." Her eyes roll into her head, showing only the whites, and her body begins to shake violently. Those inner muscles squeeze me with a force that's almost painful, but in the best way possible. Her body arches against mine, her back curving beautifully. She's too far gone to fight the sensation of blood rushing downward, the waves of near-death euphoria. "Fuck, Sloane," I hiss as it feels like my dick is being mashed. Her body continues to milk me, the feeling driving me wild. I can't hold back any longer. I pound into her again and again, chasing my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I let go, filling her completely. Just as I loosen my hold around her ne