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TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Bratva war
SETH’S POV“He’s here!” Miguel screamed. As soon as he’d heard the screeching of tires right outside the rink, my blood boiled from rage and fear as I yanked his arm backwards, slamming his back against the wall, my palms covering his mouth.“No… you keep your voice down until I see it’s him,” I warned sternly, my eyes narrowed back towards the entrance.“Miguel?” Zenya’s curt voice called out, although still sounded just as cold and irritating to me. I sure wouldn’t miss the fact that it had a hint of fear to them!“It’s you,” I responded, pulling my palms off Miguel’s lips.He rushed towards Zenya, eyes scanning through his entire body slowly and gently as though searching for any trace of injury.“You… were you hurt?” Miguel asked, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as I approached them, holding my breath as well.“I’m not. But there’s a little trouble—let’s get outta here first,” Zenya asserted hastily, eyes darting around as though waiting for someone to jump out in the shadow
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) I'll buttom for you
MIGUEL’S POV I’d barely escaped home without Zenya—my half-brother—noticing. I’d been locked up, my phone had been confiscated. He’d been watching me like a bloodhound all day. The only reason I’d been able to escape was none other than the fact he was on some sort of sneaky snappy call that he’d decided to take in his car, and then he’d driven off to Lord knows where.I tried searching for my phone but realized pretty quick it was a waste of time. I’d rushed to meet my so-called boyfriend, and what was I getting? A view of his best friend pecking him… on the bloody lips, and him pulling Jeremy into an embrace like his bloody life depended on it.“Miguel?” he called out, rushing towards me, only to keep his stride calm, getting to five steps by my side… oh, I almost forgot—we were still enemies to everyone and apparently, he was still straight.“I’m leaving, Seth,” I deadpanned bitterly, trying to keep my voice flat and my face straight as I turned away from him. I was bloody seethi
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) The third wheel
.SETH'S POV.It started when Miguel didn’t show up to morning drill.I woke up in a haze, dragged myself to school like every other day, still trying to shake off the guilt of the night before. My body moved on autopilot, but my mind? My mind was glued to Miguel. To what I’d done. What I’d said. What Jeremy had said. What I couldn’t take back.I kept checking my phone, fingers trembling every time I unlocked the damn screen. Nothing. My last message was delivered. My last call? Ignored. He’d blocked me. I felt it. Something in my gut twisted every time I stared at that blank profile picture. Miguel had blocked me.He wasn’t in class either. I sat in the back, jittery, my eyes flickering toward the door every five seconds like some desperate idiot. But he never walked in. Not the first period. Not second. Not even for practice.Coach kept pacing, muttering about how our star runner had gone ghost. The rest of the team cracked jokes, some even wondering if Miguel had finally snapped. I
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Heartbroken
JEREMY’S POVI didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there.The bottle was half gone. My shirt stuck to my back. The pizza next to me had gone cold two hours ago, maybe more. I didn’t care.My eyes burned. But I hadn’t cried.Not yet.I just… sat. Sat in Ethan’s guest room, lights off, just me and the silence and the heavy weight in my chest that wouldn’t let me breathe right.He chose him.Seth fucking chose Miguel .After all the years. After everything we’d been through. After every time I picked him up when he fell. After every night he called me crying. After every time I held him and never said the words that were chewing holes in my throat.I never said it. Because I thought he knew .Because I thought maybe, deep down, he felt it too .But he didn’t.Because if he did—he wouldn’t have chosen him .I swallowed hard and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.Felt sick. My chest ached like someone had taken a hammer to it.I opened that damn app. The hookup one. The one I s
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) YOUR BOYTOY
.MIGUEL’S POVThe door slammed so hard the walls shook. I just stood there Breathing. Barely. Every nerve in my body was still lit like a fuse, heat clawing under my skin. My chest heaved like I’d just run a fucking mile — like my lungs didn’t know what the hell to do without him in the room.Seth. Fuck.The way Zenya shoved him out, like trash on the curb. And Seth didn’t even fight. Not really. Just stood there with his jaw tight and his eyes burning and walked away like it didn’t fucking kill him. Like it didn’t shred me open watching it.I spun around, teeth grit hard, hands curling into fists. Zenya leaned against the wall like nothing happened. Calm. Still. Watching me.“What the fuck was that,” I snapped, voice sharp with heat. “You had no fucking right—”“He’s weak,” Zenya cut in flat. Cold. “You don’t need someone weak around you. He’s a distraction. A liability.” I moved fast — shoved at his chest, hard enough to make him step back.“You don’t get to decide that!” I barked.
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) BRATVA BLOOD
..SETH’S POVZeny’s hand slammed sharp into my chest.Hard.Hard enough to rock me back a full step, boots scuffing sharp against the concrete as the breath punched clean out of my lungs. His fingers curled vicious into the front of my hoodie, hauling me forward like I weighed nothing — like I was a fucking kid — and then he shoved.I staggered, teeth snapping hard together as my shoulder slammed sharp into the side of his truck.“Enough,” Zeny snarled, voice rough and low and fucking final. His eyes burned, jaw clenching sharp as his fingers dug bruises through fabric deep into my skin. Tattoos rippled tense up the thick cut of his forearm, the ink dark as his scowl. “I told you to cut the shit, Seth. You don’t get to make a goddamn scene on my property and think I’ll stand here and watch it.”I hissed sharp through my teeth, breath ragged, jaw twitching.“Miguel—” I rasped, shoving against the wall of his chest uselessly. My muscles burned, my pulse thundering loud and sharp against
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