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Author: Jojo
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 15:00:06

Eveyeln’s POV

"Please… don't go."

Louis's voice cracked like an old record, full of desperation but lacking sincerity.

I didn’t even look back. My fingers gripped the edge of Samuel’s motorcycle seat as I hoisted myself onto it, the engine humming beneath me like freedom calling out. But before I could settle, a pair of strong, familiar hands yanked me down rough, possessive, unrelenting.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, thrusting my phone in his face with the words I'd just typed out, my thumbs still trembling.

Louis barely blinked. “I’m trying to remind you who’s still in charge,” he said coldly. No regret. No shame. Just raw authority soaked in arrogance.

Then he turned to the others his men, my jailers. “Take her home. Now. And make sure she doesn’t leave.”

I was dragged away, my heels scraping the gravel, my heart burning with helpless rage. Samuel stood there frozen, torn between stepping in and stepping back.

He ran after us, trying to help, but I shook my head furious
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