เข้าสู่ระบบThe car rolled to a slow stop in front of the building.Elegant didn’t even begin to cover it.Tall iron gates. Stone walls trimmed with ivy. Wide windows that reflected the morning sun like watchful eyes. It wasn’t a hotel—this place felt private. Old money. Quiet money. The kind of place where people disappeared behind closed doors and no one asked questions.Liam leaned forward, studying it carefully.“This is the address he gave us.”Jay let out a sharp laugh from the back seat. “That’s it?”Then, grinning like he’d been waiting for this moment, he added, “Why don’t we just bust in there and kill these motherfuckers? End it right now.”Liam snapped his head around. “Are you out of your damn mind?”Jay shrugged. “I’m serious.”“No, you’re stupid,” Liam shot back. “Do you have any idea who these people are? You think we kill them and walk away?” He shook his head hard. “They’ll hunt us down. Every single one of us. That would be the end—no hiding, no running. Just coffins.”Jay scof
Norah’s words hit him like a spark to dry flame—small, quiet, but enough to burn through the last thread of restraint he’d been holding on to.Something in his expression shifted.He stepped into her space, one hand sliding to her waist, drawing her against him slowly—almost like he was giving her a chance to breathe, to stop him, to choose.She didn’t.She couldn’t.And that was all it took.His mouth found hers.It started like a soft, aching press—like he’d been memorizing this moment long before it happened.But the softness didn’t last.The moment she sighed against his lips—just that tiny, helpless sound—he broke.His kiss deepened, grew hungry, deliberate, the kind of kiss that stripped the room of air. His fingers curled at her waist, holding her close as if letting her go wasn’t an option.A sharp tremor rushed through her. God…She hadn’t expected this.She hadn’t expected him—so intense, so controlled yet undone at the same time.And the worst part?The most devastating par
Cash was spread across the desk in neat stacks.Jay flipped through one bundle with a grin. “Look at this.” He laughed. “This is what happens when a man decides he doesn’t want to pay what he owes. I told him I’d show up at his daughter’s school. The whole man broke down. Started stuttering like—”Jay launched into a poor imitation.Liam didn’t react.He kept counting.Because once Jay got started, there was no stopping him.Across from them, Ivan sat quietly, phone in hand.A message lit the screen.Norah.Norah: That breakfast was too much.His mouth curved slightly.Ivan: You ate it though.A moment passed.Norah: And I’m still not going out with you unless you talk to your mother. I’m serious, Ivan. You’re not just ignoring this.Jay squinted at him. “Why is this man smiling like that? Oh. It’s the girl.”Liam glanced up briefly. “Yeah. He’s gone. She definitely put something on him.”Ivan smirked at the screen.Ivan: You always like giving me rules?Norah: It’s not a rule. It’s w
Ivan leaned back in the café booth, phone pressed to his ear, voice soft enough to melt steel.“Norah… you home yet?”Her surprised laugh came through.“You just dropped me an hour ago.”“I know,” he murmured, smiling to himself. “Still wanna know if you got in safe. And you left my place without breakfast… that’s messed up.”Across the table, Jay and Liam stared at him like he’d grown wings.Liam mouthed, bro, what?Jay raised his brows, smirking.Norah cleared her throat, flustered.“I wanted to go home and get ready for class.”“So what I’m hearing,” Ivan drawled, “is that you ditched me.”Her breath hitched.“Ivan, please.”He chuckled low — warm, teasing, flirting slipping into every word.“Relax, sunshine. Let me make it up to you. Come out with me this evening. I wanna take you somewhere.”There was a pause… a long one.“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said finally, “not until you talk to your mother.”That cut through his smile for a second — a wound and a challenge all
Norah rinsed the last glass and set it in the rack, letting the warm water drip from her fingers. The apartment felt still, like even the walls knew something heavy had just happened.She turned.Ivan sat at the table, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. His shoulders were tight, but his face… his face was the kind of quiet that comes right before something breaks.She approached slowly.“Ivan,” she said softly, “are you okay?”For a moment, he didn’t answer.Just breathed.Long… shaky… trying to find his voice.Norah waited — calmly, patiently.Then, without lifting his head, the words slipped out of him. Bare. Raw. Too honest to be rehearsed.“I was hoping she would come back.”Norah’s heart tightened.“I used to stand by the gate every day,” he continued, voice low but steady. “Waiting. Just waiting. Thinking maybe today would be the day she showed up again.”His jaw clenched, not in anger — in hurt.“She never did,” he whispered. “Not once. Not a call. Not a letter. Nothing.”
Ivan disappeared down the hallway the moment she turned back to the stove.Norah didn’t think much of it… but inside that bathroom, Ivan stood under the shower with the water turned all the way to cold.Ice cold.He braced one hand on the wall, water running down his back as he dragged in a slow breath.He needed this. He needed it.Because his mind was hot. His body was hotter. And that kiss—her mouth, her legs dangling off his counter in his shirt, her soft little sounds—had him losing his damn mind.The rain hadn’t cooled him. The apartment air hadn’t cooled him. Nothing was working.“Get it together,” he muttered to himself, letting the freezing water slam over the heat rolling through him.He stayed until his pulse stopped hammering, until he could finally breathe without wanting to walk back into that kitchen and take her right then and there.When he stepped out and wiped a hand through his hair, he forced himself calm—forced himself normal—before going back out.The kitc







