LOGINMissy Rivera came to Bellwick University for a fresh start not to catch the eye of the most feared men on campus. Sweet, naive, and way out of her depth, she stumbles into a world of secrets, power, and blood. And at the center of it all is him-Nico James, the nonchalant man who doesn't know his feelings for little missy." She fell first. But he fell harder.
View MoreMissy’s Point of ViewThe sound of the waves crashing against the dock was the only thing keeping me grounded. Everything else the memories, the nightmares, the faces it all blurred together into one long ache. I sat on the edge of the wooden pier, the early morning breeze brushing through my hair.The sea always had this way of listening, like it carried your secrets far away, somewhere you’d never find them again.It had been a week since the quarry. A week since the darkness. A week since I thought I’d never open my eyes again.Now I was awake. Alive. But somehow, I felt more lost than before.Mark had barely let me out of his sight since then. Every night I’d hear him pacing outside my door, making sure I was safe, making sure no one would take me again. And every morning, I’d see the guilt in his eyes. Guilt that he hadn’t been there. Guilt that I had been taken under his watch.But it wasn’t his fault. None of it was.I stared down at my hands, the faint bruises still visibl
Mixed point of View Missy’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth.A blanket draped over me, soft against my skin, smelling faintly of Mark’s cologne cedarwood and soap. My lashes fluttered open slowly, the world blurry at first. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.Then I saw them.Mark sitting by the window, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. Nico standing near the door, arms crossed, dried blood staining his knuckles. Dimitri leaned against the wall beside him, quiet, staring at the floor like he hadn’t slept in years.The memories came rushing back all at once.The ropes. The darkness. Alexander’s voice whispering that twisted version of love.And then chaos.Gunfire. Yelling. Nico’s voice shouting my name. Dimitri dragging me through the tunnel.The pain. The fear. The smell of blood.I gasped and sat up so fast that the blanket fell from my shoulders.Mark’s head shot up instantly. “Missy?”My breath came out uneven. My heart was pounding.“W
Nico’s POVThe night air was thick with dust and the stench of gunpowder.Alexander lay on the ground, clutching his bleeding shoulder, but he still had that same damn smirk the kind that made something inside me snap.Missy was safe now, somewhere beyond the tunnel, with Mark driving her far from this hellhole. That was all that mattered. But me? I wasn’t done.Not yet.Dimitri’s boots crunched beside me as he reloaded his gun, his face unreadable, eyes cold as steel. We stood over Alexander in the half-lit chamber, the generator flickering like a dying heartbeat.“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” Alexander rasped, coughing blood, still trying to look fearless.I crouched, my hand gripping his jaw hard enough to make him wince.“You think I won’t?”He smiled through his pain. “Because of her. You’re too soft for that, Nico. Always have been.”I slammed his head against the ground so hard the echo cracked through the chamber.Dimitri didn’t stop me he didn’t even f
Mark’s POVThe road to the quarry felt endless. The headlights from Dimitri’s car sliced through the fog, illuminating the broken path ahead. None of us spoke for miles the silence was thick, heavy with anger, fear, and guilt.I sat in the backseat, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. Every minute Missy was gone felt like a knife twisting deeper.“Slow down,” I said hoarsely when Dimitri took a sharp turn.He didn’t answer. His jaw was locked, eyes fixed on the road. The dim red glow from the dashboard lit his face, making him look carved from stone. Beside him, Nico sat stiffly, his hand resting on his thigh, tapping restlessly a nervous habit he picked up when he was younger.I looked at both of them two men who could barely stand each other, forced to work together for one reason. Missy.When we finally pulled up to the quarry, the engine hummed into silence. What stood before us was a wasteland of






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