The second Mia stepped through the door, Lauren was already on her feet, eyes wide, mouth halfway open. “What the hell happened to you?” Mia didn’t waste time answering. She crossed the room in three shaky strides and wrapped her arms around her friend, burying her face in the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender. She let herself breathe for a moment—for the first time since that damn text. Lauren froze, then hugged her back. “You’re shaking,” she whispered. “Did something happen? Is it Axel?” Mia pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. “Slade. He used Axel’s phone after kidnapping him. Lured me out. Took me off the street like it was nothing.” Lauren’s face hardened. “What did he do to you?” “Nothing. Not really.” Mia shook her head. “He tied me up. Paraded me around like I was his prize. But he didn’t get to touch me. Because I wasn’t alone.” A beat of silence passed before Lauren whispered, “Axel?” Mia nodded, jaw clenched. “He was already in the cell. Chained to the wa
The silence that followed Mia’s kiss was electric. Axel’s breath came in shallow bursts, his chest rising against hers, but it wasn’t just the rush of her lips that had lit him up—it was the fire in her eyes. Determined. Fierce. “We need a plan,” she whispered, voice tight. He nodded once, gaze scanning the cell like a caged animal finally ready to maul his captors. “Slade won’t expect me to play dead. He thinks I’m too proud to fake weakness.” “So we give him what he least expects,” Mia said. “You die. I break. We let him walk into his own trap.” Axel looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. “You’re terrifying.” “You taught me well.” She stood, pacing the cell. Her bare feet ached, her wrists stung, and her hair was a tangled mess. But it didn’t matter. She was done waiting to be saved. “We make it believable,” she said. “I scream. I sob. I beg for help. Then I say you collapsed. That you’re gone. He’ll want to gloat. He’ll come running.” Axel tilted h
The door slammed shut behind Slade, his laughter echoing off the concrete walls like a bad joke that wouldn’t end. It clung to the air like smoke, bitter and disgusting. That was the thing about him—he polluted everything. Even silence. Mia stood frozen for a beat, the echo ringing in her ears. The cell was cold, the damp seeping into her skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made her blood run sharp—it was fury. She blinked through the shadows, adjusting to the dim glow of a single bulb hanging overhead. It flickered weakly, like it might give out any second. Her arms throbbed, wrists raw where the rope had bitten through, she let them tie her before they drove her here, she wanted to find Axel and help. Her skin stung, her muscles ached, but she wasn’t broken. Not anymore. She’d been broken before—shattered, terrified, confused. But this time, she wasn’t crying. This time, she was burning. Burning with the need for revenge.The sound of chains shifting made her head turn. In the cor
Her phone blinked once. Axel. A missed call. No message. Just his name, glowing like a warning. Mia sat up, heart already racing. Her fingers hovered, then tapped redial. Straight to voicemail. She tried again. Nothing. Then, a text. “I need to see you. Please. Just for a minute. I’m outside.” Her breath caught. She stared at the words, reading them over and over. It sounded like him. Too much like him. The please sealed it—he never said please. Not unless he meant it. Did he somehow know what she had spoke to Daniel about? Mia slid out of bed, still barefoot, tugging on a hoodie and grabbing her keys. Lauren was passed out on the couch, ice cream spoon still tucked between her fingers. She didn’t wake her. She just cracked the door open. And stepped into the dark. The corridor was empty. Cold. She padded down the stairs quietly, the chill of the concrete bleeding through her soles. Outside, the street was quiet—only a single streetlamp buzzing, casting a yellow
The door clicked softly shut behind her as she stepped out of Daniel’s place, the air cooler now, brushing against her skin like a whispered reminder of what she’d just done. She still felt it—him. His fingers had left invisible trails over her thighs, his lips pressed memories into the hollow of her collarbone, his voice still echoing low and desperate in her ears: “I want you, Mia. However I can have you.” She didn’t respond to that part. Not yet. She’d wanted truth. Now she had it. And still… she wanted more. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked, heart oddly light despite the chaos spinning inside her. A few hours ago, she’d been drowning in confusion. Now, she was floating in dangerous possibility. By the time she reached her apartment, the scent of coffee and lavender shampoo hit her nose like home. She pushed open the door to find Lauren perched on the arm of the sofa, half-eaten tub of ice cream in hand and Magic Mike paused mid-grind on the TV. “Y
The door clicked softly shut behind her as she stepped out of Daniel’s place, the air cooler now, brushing against her skin like a whispered reminder of what she’d just done. She still felt it—him. His fingers had left invisible trails over her thighs, his lips pressed memories into the hollow of her collarbone, his voice still echoing low and desperate in her ears: “I want you, Mia. However I can have you.” She didn’t respond to that part. Not yet. She’d wanted truth. Now she had it. And still… she wanted more. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked, heart oddly light despite the chaos spinning inside her. A few hours ago, she’d been drowning in confusion. Now, she was floating in dangerous possibility. By the time she reached her apartment, the scent of coffee and lavender shampoo hit her nose like home. She pushed open the door to find Lauren perched on the arm of the sofa, half-eaten tub of ice cream in hand and Magic Mike paused mid-grind on the TV. “Y