LOGINTHE LOCATIONKAI'S POVMy phone rang at 5:47 a.m.I was still at my desk, my eyes burning from lack of sleep. Three empty coffee cups sat next to my laptop, which was still open to the mapped-out financial chain. My head was pounding, but the adrenaline kept me upright.I answered before the second ring."Tell me you found something," Ren's voice rasped. He sounded just as wrecked as I felt."Not solid yet," I said, rubbing my palm against my eye. "But I found the structure. The transport network. The shell companies. Ren... I think Maya's been moved to a location they're using as a front."I heard a quick, pained exhale. "What kind of front?"I looked at the coordinates on my screen—a licensed entertainment venue on the south side of the western district. Clean on paper, but I knew better."A club," I whispered."I'm scared, Kai," Ren said quietly. "I'm terrified of what that means for her.""Don't panic," I commanded, though my own hands were shaking. "We're going to get her. But I
SPAGHETTIKAI'S POVJax cooked.That was the only thing my brain could process as I sat at the kitchen table, chin in my hand, watching him move. It was 7 p.m. on a Tuesday, and Jax Carter was effectively taking over my kitchen.He had found the pasta in the third cabinet and the sauce hidden behind a can of chickpeas I'd forgotten about months ago. He'd even found the good olive oil without me saying a word. He'd been paying attention to every detail of my life.It made my heart skip a beat, but I forced myself not to think about it.He moved with that unhurried, alpha confidence. Like the apartment had already agreed to belong to him.The smell of garlic hit me first, followed by the rich scent of tomatoes. Underneath it all was the smell of Jax—cedar and warmth. It was a combination that made the space feel lived in for the first time in years.I watched the line of his muscular shoulders as he stirred the pot. I watched his large, calloused hands reach for the salt. He looked so
REN'S CALL~KAI'S POV~I couldn't stop thinking about Jax's hands.I was sitting in my own apartment, on my own couch, but my body was still a traitor. It was replaying the bathroom in the bleach, the way his fingers had cinched around my throat, the way his hot mouth had ruined me. My skin was still buzzing from his touch.I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and stared at the ceiling.'Don't be late tonight.'He hadn't even asked. He'd just decided. Jax Carter made the rules, and I was starting to realize I loved obeying them. I was already calculating what time to leave so I wouldn't look too desperate. I was nervous just thinking about seeing him again.Then, my phone rang.I grabbed it fast, my heart skipping a beat. I was hoping it was Jax, but the screen said Ren.I answered with a frown. "Hey, what's...."I stopped cold. On the other end, there were no words. Just the sound of someone fighting to breathe. Ren was crying....or he had been....and now he sounded like he
WET JEALOUSY IN THE BLEACH~KAI'S POV~"The kind of lesson where I remind you exactly who you belong to."Jax's fingers gripped around my throat. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was just enough to make the edges of the flickering light look blurry.My pulse beat against his palm, a desperate, trapped beat. The tile was freezing through my shirt, and the soap dispenser was digging painfully into my shoulder blade.I opened my mouth to speak, but only a bumpy puff of air escaped.Jax leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His breath was hot, uneven, and smelled faintly of the coffee we'd shared that morning."I saw him. Milo." He spat the name out like it was poison. "His fingers were in your hair like he had any goddamn right to touch you."My hips bucked forward. It was a total body betrayal—a forced grind against Jax's muscular thigh. The rough denim of his jeans rasped against my thin joggers. I let out a broken, low groan that echoed off the tile walls.The bathro
COLLATERALKAI'S POVI made it to the lecture hall. Barely.I slid into the back row two minutes late, my heart doing something it had no business doing at nine in the morning. My hair was still wet against my collar, and my bag was only half-zipped. I pulled out my notebook and stared at the whiteboard, pretending I was a person who actually had his life together.I wasn't. My body was still humming from the shower we'd shared only an hour ago.My phone buzzed under the desk. I flipped it over, my breath hitching.Jax: 'Still thinking about this morning.'That was it. Seven words sitting on my screen like a lit match dropped on dry paper. My pen stopped moving mid-letter. I sat there staring at the screen while the professor's voice became a dull, meaningless hum in the background.I locked the screen. Unlocked it. Read it again.My jaw tightened. I turned the phone face-down on my thigh and tried to write, but I didn't record a single word for the next four minutes. Then, it bu
THE MORNING AFTER~KAI'S POV~The room was grey.It was a dark grey color that only appeared in the hour before dawn. I lay on my back, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling and cataloguing every single point of contact between my body and the man sleeping beside me.Jax's arm was draped across my waist. It was heavy and warm, his hand resting possessively on my stomach as if his body had its own agenda that didn't requirepermission from his brain.I felt the solid wall of heat pressed along my left side. I listened to the slow, counted pull of his breathing. In. Out. Unbothered.My heart was doing something catastrophic against my ribs.That was the problem. It wasn't the sex or the shame; it was the rightness of it. It felt like finally breathing out after holding my breath for four years.I let myself feel it for exactly thirty seconds before the panic set in. I started calculating. Jeans by the door. Shirt at the foot of the bed. I could be dressed in forty-five seconds.
~KAI~I don't run, not really.I just keep walking until the tunnel spits me out behind the rink, into the loading bay where the Zamboni lives and the snow piles up against the chain-link fence. Cold bites my face. My lips still burn from Jax's mouth. My hoodie's twisted wrong, one sleeve half-up
~KAI~The loud buzzer cut through me. Final score lights up...4-3, loss. Jax's fault. He danced around the net instead of burying the puck, took a penalty, and almost started a fight. I am already typing before the crowd stops screaming his name.'Captain Carter's highlight-reel goal came at the c
Interlude: Jax's HeadPOV: JAXI don't think about him all the time.That's what people would say if they knew. They would call it obsession, make it sound loud. It's not loud. It's steady. Like breathing. You don't notice until you stop.First time I saw him—freshman year, hallway, head down over
~KAI POV~I barely slept.I kept replaying the newsroom door closing. Jax's fingers on my collarbone like he was tracing a claim. My dick stayed half-hard for hours. I jerked off in the dark thinking about his voice saying "good," came fast and hated myself faster. I shower after, cold this time.




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