Missy's Point of View
The sound of voices pulled me from the fog of sleep. I didn’t move, not yet. My head throbbed lightly, and I could feel warmth wrapped around me something soft draped over my body. A blanket. A couch maybe. My body felt like I’d run for hours. Then it all came rushing back. The race. Him. Mark. I curled tighter under the blanket, wishing I could disappear. Wishing the car with my name hadn’t been real. Wishing his voice hadn’t echoed in my ears like a haunting memory come to life. My twin brother was alive. And I had no idea why they told me he was dead. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft glow of ceiling lights. Nico was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, elbows on his knees. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. My heart ached just looking at him. He felt me stir and looked up immediately. “You’re awake,” he whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips. I nodded slowly, sitting up. My mouth felt dry. “I… sorry I ran like that.” “You don’t need to explain anything,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “You don’t. Not now.” But I saw it the confusion, the worry in his eyes. My gaze shifted around the room. Enzo. Marco. Her. Alexander standing by the wall, watching quietly. Everyone was here. I swallowed. “Did I ruin the race?” Her roommate rushed over and pulled me into a hug. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby girl. You scared us, but it’s okay now. You’re safe.” I nodded into her shoulder, holding back fresh tears. Then I looked up at everyone. They didn’t look angry. Just… concerned. Guarded. Especially Alexander. He stared at me like he was trying to read my soul, as if every flinch and glance told him a piece of a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Was it the guy?” her voice came soft, the same one who held me just seconds ago. “Mark?” I stiffened. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “That’s my brother.” Mouths dropped. Marco cursed lowly. Nico froze. “Your what?” Enzo asked, stunned. “My twin brother.” I looked at the floor. “They told me he died. Years ago. My mom said my father’s enemies got to him. But he’s alive.” “And he’s racing for the Romanos now,” Alexander said, his voice like ice. I looked up at him, startled. “You know them?” I asked. He nodded. “We all do. They're not just racers. They’re part of the rival Mafia family. And Mark if he’s who you say he is he’s more dangerous than you remember.” My heart dropped into my stomach. “But he’s my brother.” Alexander took a step forward. “And that might be the problem.” I felt the air get sucked from the room. No one spoke. I pulled the blanket tighter around me. “I just I need time. To think. To breathe.” Nico stood beside me. “You’re not alone in this, Missy. Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out.” And I believed him. Even if everything I knew had just shattered I believed him.Nico’s Point of ViewI stayed away on purpose.It wasn’t some random errand or emergency I just couldn’t be in that house today. Not with him back.Alexander.The name felt like smoke in my mouth, like something that refused to leave even after I tried to bury it.I knew he’d come back eventually. I just didn’t think it would rattle me this much. I didn’t think seeing him again would feel like someone reopening a wound I’d stitched up with lies and silence.And now?Now he’s back in the same house. Breathing the same air. Looking at Missy with those unreadable eyes like he knows something like he’s already said goodbye to secrets and is just waiting to set the whole truth on fire.I couldn't let that happen.Not yet.Not when everything was finally starting to feel right between Missy and me.I sat in the car, parked a few blocks from the street, engine off, staring blankly at the steering wheel like it had all the answers I didn’t.What if she already knows?No. Alexander wouldn't
Missy’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight streamed gently through the blinds, casting soft golden lines across the floor. For a moment, I just stood there at the door, my fist frozen mid-air as if unsure whether to knock again or walk away.But I didn’t want to walk away.I had already knocked once. Twice, actually. My knuckles hovered near the wooden frame again.God, what am I even doing?I bit my lower lip and finally knocked a third time. Softer this time. Almost hesitant.I knew Nico wasn’t around he’d left early that morning, saying something vague about being busy and needing to “take care of a few things.” He hadn’t told me what exactly, and I hadn’t pressed. Part of me didn’t want to seem clingy. The other part? Maybe it was too distracted by the fact that Alexander was here. Back. Under the same roof again.Mark had gone out with his friends, and the rest of the house was unusually quiet.It felt weird how normal things looked while everything inside me felt so uncertai
Missy’s Point of ViewI thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.For a second, I stood there frozen in the hallway, unsure if I was dreaming or if the past had just walked straight back into my life.“Alexander?” I whispered.When he turned to face me, it felt like time did that thing where everything around me blurred out, and it was just him standing there, looking taller, broader, and more intense.I didn’t even think twice. My feet moved before my brain caught up.And the next thing I knew, I was in his arms.God, I missed him.I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I was against his chest. His arms felt stiff at first, like he wasn’t sure what to do.but slowly, they wrapped around me, warm and familiar.“I thought you weren’t coming back,” I mumbled, my voice muffled against his shirt. I couldn’t stop giggling, and I didn’t care how childish I sounded. “You just disappeared on us.”“I missed you,” I admitted.When I pulled back, his eyes scanned my face like he wa
Alexander’s Point of ViewThe plane touched down with a jolt, and for a second, I wondered if the universe was giving me a sign. I hadn’t been back in months not since I left to get Nico and Missy out of my damn head. And yet, here I was, back where everything began, carrying a storm behind my calm expression.I tugged the black hoodie further over my head and walked through the terminal like I didn’t belong to anyone. No crew, no mansion, no memories. Just me. And the truth I now held like a ticking bomb.Nico shot Missy's brother.And that smug bastard never told a soul.He just carried on like he wasn’t dragging guilt behind every step. Like he deserved her."Sir, your ride’s outside," the driver said.I slid into the black SUV waiting for me, head low, heart loud.My plan was simple blend in.Observe. Wait. And when the time was right, burn everything down with the truth.I wasn’t going to yell it. I wasn’t going to make a scene.I was going to wait until Nico got comfortable. Unt
Alexander’s Point of View"Come on, dude," Theo said, his voice echoing across the open hallway as we stepped into the family estate.The scent of cigars, leather, and old money hit me in the face the usual stench of this place.I rolled my eyes but followed him in, hoodie low over my face as if that could hide the months of frustration, anger, and heartbreak boiling under my skin."Slow fucker," Theo added with a loud laugh, punching my arm like we were kids again. I didn’t even react.He didn’t get it.No one did.It’s been four months since I disappeared.Four months since I left the crew.Since I left her.I thought space would help me forget. I thought maybe if I distracted myself enough with late-night fights, reckless gym hours, new ink carved into my skin, and silver burning through new piercings that maybe the ache in my chest would ease.But it didn’t.Missy.She was supposed to be mine.Not Nico’s.She smiled at him differently like he was the only light in a dark tunnel.
Missy’s Point of ViewIt’s been four months. Four months of waking up to the warm hands of Nico brushing my hair away, of late night talks about nothing and everything, and kisses that made my toes curl.Our love wasn’t loud, but it burned slow and deep. He always made me laugh, even when I didn’t feel like it.He held me when I had nightmares, whispered "I got you" like a promise each night before bed.Everyone noticed the glow on my faceSienna wouldn’t stop teasing, and een Mark, my brother, had stopped trying to act all.overprotective once he realized how Nico treated me like glass wrapped in armor.Everything felt perfectExcept for one thing.Alexander.He left. One morning, without warning, without a goodbye.We searched everyone did. Sienna called every possible number, Marco pulled up his connections, and even Nico, despite everything, looked worried. But nothing.It was like he vanished.And I hated that it hurt me."What's in that small head of yours, sugar?" Nico’s voic