LOGINJaxx's Point Of ViewThe blue light of the phone screen seared my eyes in the dark cabin, but I couldn't tear my gaze from the tiny, pulsing red dot on the map. I settled back into the leather seat of the private jet, the low, steady vibration of the engines rattling through my bones like a warning drum. My finger hovered over the glass, zooming in on the coordinates. The tracking signal had stopped. It was stationary. I tapped the screen, copying the exact latitude and longitude, and sent them directly to the cockpit. My pulse hammered in my ears. Italy. Amalfi. Over five thousand miles away from Texas. A brutal, agonizing eleven-hour flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Eleven hours where I would remain trapped in this metal tube, unable to do anything but watch a screen and let my mind tear itself to pieces. Eleven hours to imagine every terrible thing that could be happening to her. I gripped the phone so hard the casing groaned. My knuckles were white, the skin stretched tight o
Elena's Point Of ViewMy heart stopped, then stuttered back to life with a painful lurch. "What...?""Welcome to Amalfi, Italy," Graham said, gesturing grandly to the heavy velvet curtains with a theatrical flourish. "We are in a private, heavily guarded villa tucked away in the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean. The Italian authorities don't care about a domestic dispute from some rich Americans in Dallas. And your little street thug friend? He has absolutely no power here. No jurisdiction, no connections, no resources. We are thousands of miles away from him. We are finally going to have the life we deserve, free from all the noise and interference."I stared at him, the breath completely knocked out of my lungs. Italy. We were in Italy. The sheer scale of what he had done… the planning, the resources, the international coordination, the sheer illegality of it, left me completely speechless. My mind raced, trying to process the implications.How long had he been planning this? Ho
Elena's Point Of ViewMy eyelids felt as though someone had cemented them shut. I groaned, a low, pathetic sound scraping past my parched throat as I forced my eyes to crack open. Instantly, a white-hot spike of pain shot directly behind my temples, making my vision blur and swim. My head pounded so violently I could actually hear the rhythmic, dull thud of my own pulse drumming in my ears. The lingering, nauseating taste of that sweet chemical gas clung to the roof of my mouth like a film I couldn't swallow away. How long had I been unconscious? Hours? A day? The disorientation made it impossible to tell. I tried to lift my arm to rub my face, but my limbs felt like lead weights, barely responding to my brain's panicked commands. Every muscle in my body protested the simple movement. I forced myself to blink through the haze, waiting for the spinning room to finally tilt back into place, praying the nausea would subside before I embarrassed myself. This wasn't the private jet. T
Lexy's Point Of ViewThe smell of fresh premium cotton, dye, and supple leather usually brought me a sense of peace, but tonight it only made my head throb. I leaned over the dark mahogany desk in my office, blinking through the heavy fatigue clouding my vision as I checked off the final batch of materials on the inventory sheet. My boutique had been packed to the gills all day… a steady stream of clients demanding attention, alterations, consultations, and now I was finally restocking the floor with our exclusive designs for the upcoming collection. I dropped the designer charcoal pencil onto the paperwork, threw my head back, and stretched my arms high above my head until my spine released a series of satisfying pops. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly, though exhaustion still weighed on me like a heavy blanket. "I am so tired," I groaned to the empty, softly lit room, my voice bouncing off the high-end wallpaper. The words hung in the air, unanswered. "I literally just w
A/N: I am so sorry for not posting for some days, guys! I’ve been dealing with some heavy writer's block, but I'm back now. Thank you for your endless patience!Heather's Point Of View"What?!" I gasped, my voice cracking violently in the silent, vaulted hallway. "What do you mean she's not back yet?!"Maria’s head dropped even lower, her gaze gluing itself to the tips of her clean black shoes. She took a step back, her fingers twisting and pulling at the fabric of her white apron as if she were trying to shred it. I could hear the rapid, shallow sound of her breathing."Maria, talk to me," I pleaded, my voice losing its sharp edge and cracking open with a sudden, spiking dread. I walked over to her quickly, my heels clicking loudly against the cold marble, and reached out to hold her shoulders gently. The poor woman was literally trembling under my touch. "Hey, it's okay. Just tell me what you know. Please. Did she call? Did anyone call?""Miss Heather..." Maria whispered, her voice
Heather'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.
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis words hit me like a physical blow.“I refuse for that to happen again.”I froze.My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat, my heart suddenly pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. My hands were still looped around his neck, but they’d gone rigid, my fingers s
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 View“I don’t need anyone to tell me how beautiful I am before I know,” I said evenly. “I know I am.”For a split second, the man just stared at me.Actually stared, like my words had short-circuited whatever rehearsed confidence he’d walked over with. His brows lifted, lips partin
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







