LOGINHeather's Point Of View"But It's okay," I said, breaking the heavy tension with a bright, intentional smile as I patted his shoulder. The mood in the room desperately needed lifting before we both drowned in our shared history, pulled under by memories neither of us wanted to revisit. "Now, enough of the depressing talk about that woman. Go get changed and freshen up. I'm taking you out to eat first before we head over to the house, because I am absolutely starving. I didn't get a chance to eat a single thing at work today because my manager was on a total warpath about the quarterly reports." "Alright, alright, give me five minutes," Dave muttered, a small, reluctant grin finally breaking through his brooding mood as he headed toward his bedroom. I watched him disappear down the hallway, grateful that he was still young enough to bounce back from these emotional conversations, resilient in a way that sometimes surprised me. True to his word, we were out the door ten minutes later.
Heather's Point Of ViewThe steering wheel felt cool beneath my palms as I navigated the evening traffic, neon dashboard lights casting a soft glow against the windshield. I had just pulled up outside Dave's off-campus apartment building after his final economics lecture wrapped up. Being the middle sibling meant serving as the designated glue of this family, always floating between Elena's heavy world and Dave's university bubble… a role I'd never asked for but had grown to accept. Sometimes I wondered if they even realized how much energy it took, constantly translating between their two very different realities. I jangled the spare keys he'd given me, unlocked his apartment door, and walked right in. The place smelled exactly like a typical nineteen-year-old guy's room… laundry, body spray, and instant ramen. The familiar scent actually brought a small smile to my face; at least some things in our chaotic lives remained predictable. I tossed my purse onto the counter and dropped
Elena's Point Of View The continuous, low-frequency hum of the private jet's engines had vibrated through the soles of my shoes for what felt like an eternity. Seven hours. According to the rough calculations I'd been keeping by tracking the shift of cabin lights and the stiff ache settling deep into my joints, we had been airborne for at least seven hours. Where the fuck was he taking me? Panic was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my stomach, but I refused to let it show on my face. Outwardly, I maintained a mask of absolute, frozen indifference. My expression remained neutral, my eyes fixed firmly on the tiny oval window to my right, staring out into the vast, empty expanse of dark sky. Inside, my mind was a chaotic storm of fear and worry, but every single frantic thought kept anchoring back to one person. Jaxx. Had he discovered I was gone yet? I knew the men he'd assigned to protect me were competent, but the gas had caught them off guard. How worried was he right now
Jaxx's Point Of View"What the fuck is going on?" I roared into the empty room, my chair slamming back against the glass window as I surged to my feet. The absolute fury coursing through my blood turned the world entirely red, my vision narrowing to a single, terrible point of focus. The tracking chip I had secretly embedded into Elena's hair was screaming at me from thirty thousand feet in the air. Thirty thousand feet. She was on a plane… a plane I hadn't authorized, hadn't arranged, hadn't even known about. My mind flashed violently back to just last night, when she'd told me she was going to see her mother at that rundown hospital. She had looked at me with those wide, haunted eyes, trying to defend the indefensible, wanting so desperately to give that wicked woman the benefit of the doubt. I had seen the fragile hope fracturing her usual stubbornness, watched her armor crack just enough to let that poisonous vulnerability seep through, and it had made my chest ache with a prot
Jaxx's Point Of ViewThe mahogany table stretched out like polished bone beneath the low, ambient lights of the penthouse boardroom. Around it sat seven men who controlled the flow of every piece of unregistered cargo, every offshore shell company, and every major under-the-table transaction from Dallas to the border.These were dangerous men, the kind who usually took orders from no one. The kind who'd built empires on broken bones and buried secrets, who'd survived wars both literal and economic through sheer ruthlessness. But right now, none of them dared look at each other. They were looking at me. Or rather, they watched the way my thumb lazily tracked the rim of my lighter, the small flame clicking open, hiss-flickering, then snapping shut in the heavy silence. Each click echoed in the tension-thick air like a countdown to something inevitable. I wasn't listening to them. Victor, the head of the east-side distribution channels, was currently sweating through his silk tie, stu
Elena's Pont Of View"Yes, I am gullible! I am completely stupid for believing a single word that came out of her mouth!" The words tore from my chest, raw and jagged, slicing through the heavy drone of the jet's engine. My voice fractured under the weight of it all, hot tears finally spilling over and carving slow, burning paths down my bruised cheeks. Each breath felt like swallowing glass. I leaned forward against the biting pressure of the zip-ties, my glare cutting into Graham's pristine, aristocratic face. Even now, even here, he looked immaculate… not a hair out of place, his suit pressed to perfection. The sight of his composure made my rage burn hotter, a white-hot fury that threatened to consume me from the inside out. "But you will never understand it," I said, shaking my head as my lips twisted into a bitter, trembling line. The words came out thick with emotion, each syllable weighted with years of buried pain. "No one would ever understand it unless they were forced to
Elena’s Point Of ViewI stared at him.At this hot, infuriating, stupid man.At the way his dark eyes burned into mine, his smirk so smug, so knowing, like he had already won. Like he knew I was his, even when I wanted to scream, even when I wanted to fight him. His body was pressed against mine, h
Jaxx’s Point Of View The room was quiet… too quiet, except for the soft, steady rhythm of her breath. Elena. My Elena. My fucking princess.She lay sprawled across me, boneless, trusting, completely surrendered, her body pressed tight against mine, her legs tangled with mine, her hands dropped pos
Jaxx’s Point Of View"I’ve missed you."And fuck, I was going to show her just how much.My hands gripped her hips like a vice, my fingers sinking into her skin as I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene, wet, the
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the room was thick with the scent of her… vanilla and something darker, something feral. She was perfection like this.Bent over the couch like an offering, her back arched, her ass on display, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay upright. The dim light from t







