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2025-09-02 10:39:26
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THE HIDDEN RIVAL TIGHTEN
RIVAL’S POVPlanning to leave was easier said than done.We weren’t booking flights and packing bags like tourists. Not with Samuel’s eyes everywhere. Every move had to be invisible, every step quiet. One wrong slip and his men would be dragging me back in chains or worse.The morning started with Thomas scribbling on scraps of paper, crossing things out so hard the pen nearly tore through. Bus schedules, cash stashes, the names of two people in New York I trusted enough to scrawl down. My ribs throbbed as I leaned over the table, watching him pretend he had a plan while the weight in my chest told me we were already running out of time.“You’re overcomplicating this,” I muttered.Thomas didn’t look up. “I’m not overcomplicating. I’m making sure we don’t end up dead in a ditch before Jersey.”“Optimist.”He smirked, faint. “Realist.”We’d barely gotten three steps into arguing routes before the first knock came at the door. Not the light kind, either the heavy, flat rap of someone who
THE HIDDEN RIVAL THE ESCAPE IDEA
RIVAL’S POVThe apartment was too quiet.Not the calm kind of quiet—no. This was the kind that pressed on your ears, made your own heartbeat sound like a drum. I lay flat on the couch, staring at the ceiling fan creaking above me, its slow blades doing nothing to ease the heaviness in my chest.Thomas’s words from earlier kept looping like a broken record. Bleeding for Samuel or living for yourself.I hated him for saying it.I hated him more because it was true.By the time I sat up, the city lights had already bled through the blinds, striping the room with neon. My ribs burned, but the ache was drowned out by the restlessness gnawing under my skin.Thomas was at the table, hunched over a deck of battered cards like he thought shuffling them would solve his rage. He didn’t look up when I moved.I cleared my throat, voice rough. “What if we left?”That made him pause. His hands stilled on the cards, head lifting slow. His eyes narrowed like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right.“Left?”
THE HIDDEN RIVAL BEING FOLLOWED..
RIVAL’S POVThe morning heat clung like a second skin. Asphalt shimmered in waves, the air thick with exhaust and dust. I walked fast, boots pounding the cracked sidewalk, jacket clutched in one hand because I couldn’t stand the press of it against my ribs anymore.Thomas’s voice followed, sharp and grating:“Rival! Wait the hell up!”I didn’t.Every step jarred the bruises across my body, every breath felt like shards pressing into my chest—but I kept moving. Because if I stopped, if I turned, I’d hear him start again with the teasing, the worry, the questions I didn’t have answers for.I needed space.Except Thomas didn’t believe in giving it.Heavy footsteps closed the gap, then his hand snagged my arm.“Don’t walk away from me!”Pain spiked through my side where his grip jolted me. I yanked free with a hiss. “Don’t touch me.”His eyes widened at the bite in my voice. Then his jaw clenched. “You think stomping off fixes anything? You wake the whole damn neighborhood last night with
THE HIDDEN RIVAL SHADOWS IN THE DARK
RIVAL’S POVSleep didn’t come easy.I lay on the couch long after Thomas disappeared into his room, staring at the ceiling while the old clock ticked its steady, merciless beat. The pile of envelopes sat on the table like a quiet accusation, thick with escape routes I didn’t know how to take.Run, or stay or perhaps Leave and break.Every choice carried its own kind of death.My ribs ached so bad I could feel the pulse of it under my skin. Each breath rattled against bone, sharp and shallow. Every time I closed my eyes, the pit came back, Samuel’s grin from above, the roar of the crowd, the mountain of a man collapsing into the dirt. And behind all of it, a voice whispering what Thomas had said: One night you won’t come back.I turned onto my side, groaning at the stab of pain. Stared at the wall. Stared at the shadows until they began to shift.At first I thought it was my ribs playing tricks. The way pain messes with your head. But no—the longer I watched, the clearer it became. Th
THE HIDDEN RIVAL FRACTURES
RIVAL’S POVThe night didn’t end when the movie credits rolled.I stayed on the couch long after Thomas disappeared into the kitchen. The faint sound of cabinets opening, bags rustling, and the microwave humming filled the house. All ordinary sounds. Almost comforting except my body felt like it had been ground to dust, and the ordinary didn’t fit anymore.I pressed a hand against my ribs, felt the angry throb of bruises layered over bruises. Every breath reminded me that I was close, pretty too close to breaking for good.The microwave dinged. Footsteps padded back in. Thomas returned, bowl in hand, stuffing a mouthful of noodles before he even sat down. He flopped back into his usual spot, eyes glued to the screen again.For a while, neither of us spoke. Just the faint sound of chewing, the clatter of chopsticks against ceramic.Then, quiet but sharp, he said:“You can’t keep doing this.”I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure if he meant it as a statement or a question.He turned his head
THE HIDDEN RIVAL ADMIT IT
RIVAL’S POV The tunnel out of the pit felt longer than it ever had before. Every step dragged, boots heavy with dirt and blood. My ribs screamed with each breath, my jaw throbbed, and the copper taste of blood still clung to my tongue. But the roar of the crowd hadn’t followed me down here. Up there, they were already moving on to the next fight, hungry for more. That was the truth of the pit: no one remembered your blood once someone else spilled theirs. Except Samuel. He waited at the end of the tunnel, right where the light from the arena spilled into the shadows. Suit perfect. Smile sharper than broken glass. “Rival,” he drawled, like we were old friends meeting after years apart. “Always a pleasure watching you work.” I didn’t answer. My eyes locked on his, steady, flat, unblinking. His smile only widened, like my silence was a private joke between us. “You’ve still got it,” he said, gesturing to the ring behind me. “They love you more than ever. And that little display
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