تسجيل الدخولElena's Point Of ViewBefore I could even edge a single inch further off the mattress, Jaxx's arm shot out like an iron vice. His large, warm hand clamped around my waist and yanked me straight back onto the bed, dragging me flush against his side, as though the mere thought of distance between us was unacceptable to him. Every muscle in his arm seemed carved from stubbornness alone, and I could feel the tension radiating off him, a silent, immovable declaration that I was not going anywhere. A loud, mortified shriek tore right out of my throat. My hands flew up to hit his shoulder, but I caught myself mid-air, terrified of jarring his split skin or his cracked ribs. Even in my panic, some small, stubborn part of me refused to hurt him further. It was almost absurd, how much I cared about his bruises when he was the one manhandling me back into bed like I weighed nothing at all. My pulse hammered wildly, caught somewhere between outrage and something far more confusing. "What the h
Elena's Point Of ViewI pulled back sharply, my palms pressing against his chest to create just enough space so I could stare down into his dark eyes. A deep, frustrated frown carved into my forehead, my eyebrows pulling together as a hundred unspoken fears churned in my chest. I searched his face, half expecting him to flinch or look away, but he only gazed back at me with that infuriating calm, as if nothing in the world could touch him. It was maddening, that composure of his, as though he existed on some separate plane where fear simply couldn't reach him. Jaxx's relaxed expression instantly shifted, his eyes widening with a touch of alarm. His hand smoothed over my waist, and his voice dropped low. "What is it, princess? Are you in pain? Is it your arm?" "Why did you put your life at risk, Jaxx?!" I demanded, the sheer, agonizing frustration bursting out of me all over again. The image of him pinned under Graham's guards on that filthy concrete floor flashed behind my eyes, ma
Elena's Point Of View"You look so awful, Bambina," Jaxx murmured, a faint, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips despite the obvious pain radiating from his cracked ribs. I froze, my jaw practically dropping as I stared at him through my tear-stained eyes. Here he was, wrapped in crisp white medical bandages like a fresh mummy, bruised all over his collarbone, pale as a ghost, machines humming softly beside him with their steady, mechanical reassurance, and he had the absolute nerve to critique my appearance. Two days ago, I hadn't known if I'd ever hear his voice again, let alone his teasing. Now, hearing it aimed at me felt like some cruel, wonderful joke the universe had decided to play. "What about you?" I snapped back, glaring at him even as my voice wobbled with unshed tears. I wiped my wet face with the oversized sleeve of his shirt, my chest heaving. "You made me look awful, Jaxx! Look at me… I haven't slept in two days! I haven't showered properly, I've been sitting in this
Elena's Point Of View"Wait... really?" I blurted out, my voice cracking right in the middle as the SUV tore around another dark cliffside bend. "His grandfather is right here in Italy?!" "He flew in three days ago," Liam said, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror as he checked on the second car carrying the rest of Jaxx's rescued men behind us. "The second Jaxx went dark and missed the check-in window, the old man boarded his private jet. He's been setting up a safehouse and mobilizing half of Europe's off-grid network ever since." I barely heard the end of his sentence because Jaxx let out a low, ragged groan in my lap. "Jaxx? Jaxx, hey, look at me," I pleaded, pressing my palm flat against the bloodied tear in his leather jacket, trying desperately to hold the pressure where his ribs were bruised and torn. My other hand tangled into his dark, messy hair, brushing wet strands away from his sweaty forehead. "Stay with me, okay? Don't you dare close your eyes. You hear me? We'r
A/N: Hello loveliessss!! Rn, I'm currently hiding my face thinking of how to apologize, I've been down with a terrible flu for more than a week, and it was so bad, was hallucnating, so I was adviced to stay away from all screens. My apologies guys.Elena's Point Of ViewBANG! The sound didn't just fill the cellar; it tore straight through it, shattering the damp air like a sheet of ice under a sledgehammer. The sharp, acrid reek of burnt gunpowder instantly choked out the heavy smell of iron and dust, clinging to the back of my throat like ash. Time seemed to fracture into pieces too small to hold onto, each one sharp enough to cut. My arms vibrated up to my shoulders from the violent kickback, my hands clamped so hard around the cold metal grip that my knuckles turned entirely white.Gray smoke curled lazily from the tip of the dark steel barrel, drifting right through the yellow beam of the single hanging bulb above us. I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I couldn't feel anything
Elena's Point Of ViewA sharp, involuntary gasp tore out of my throat, my eyes widening into dinner plates as I stared at Graham's sickening smirk. Cold sweat slicked the back of my neck, and my pulse hammered so violently I could feel it in my ears.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, yet my legs had turned to stone beneath me, rooted to the damp floor as though the vault itself had reached up to hold me in place. My mind flailed for some escape route, some plan, but found only static, only the roaring silence of pure terror. "What... what do you mean by that, Graham?!" I stammered frantically, my heels digging uselessly into the damp concrete as I tried to press myself even flatter against the weeping limestone wall, as though the stone itself might swallow me whole and spare me from whatever came next.The chill radiating off the wall seeped through the thin fabric of my dress, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins. I could smell the mildew
Elena’s Point Of View“But,” he added, eyes flicking briefly in the direction Marco had been dragged, voice calm as ever, “that’s if they would accept him.”I gasped.It slipped out of me before I could stop it, sharp and disbelieving, my hand tightening around his arm as if that alone could anchor
Elena’s Point Of ViewThen he pouted.Actual. Pouted.Like a child.His lower lip jutted out, his brows furrowing just slightly, his hand stilling between my legs. “But my little guy…” He shifted his hips, and oh God, I could feel him… hard, thick, pressing against my thigh. “... is also complaining
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink."What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily."Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked.I flipped open the box. Inside was
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe tears came without warning.One second, I was talking… voice steady, hands clenched in my lap, and the next, my chest was heaving, my vision blurring, my entire body shaking with sobs I couldn’t stop. It was like something inside me snapped, like the last thread holding me







