LOGINGraham's Point Of ViewThe world seemed to completely fall apart around me. "Jaxx..." I whispered, my voice dropping into a dark, terrifying, blood-curdling murmur as I stared out the blacked-out window at the passing Italian countryside. "Jaxx... you bastard..." The name tasted like ash in my mouth, bitter and unfamiliar, as if I were speaking of a stranger rather than the brother I had spent my entire life dismissing. I had spoken his name a thousand times before, always with contempt, always with the casual cruelty of someone who believed themselves untouchable. Now it felt like a curse, heavy on my tongue, refusing to be swallowed. I tried to summon the old scorn, the familiar sneer that had always accompanied his name, but it wouldn't come. In its place sat something colder, something that felt disturbingly close to fear. I slumped back against the stained leather seat, my bloody fingers curling into a tight, helpless fist against my knee. I was penniless, bleeding out in a d
Graham's Point Of ViewThe dirt tasted like iron, copper, and damp underground rot. It coated my tongue, thick and metallic, mixing with the blood already pooling in my mouth. I had never known dirt could taste like defeat, but it did. Every single breath I drew into my lungs felt like taking a serrated hunting knife straight to the chest. I lay sprawled in the mud of the abandoned drainage tunnel, my left cheek pressed flat against the filthy stone, watching blood pool beneath my ruined suit jacket. The Armani fabric, once immaculate, now clung to my skin in shredded, sodden strips… a fitting metaphor for everything else that had unraveled tonight. I remembered the tailor in Milan who had fitted this very jacket, his careful hands smoothing the lapels, promising me it would last a lifetime. The irony nearly made me laugh, if laughing hadn't threatened to tear something vital loose inside my chest. It was soaking out of my left shoulder in thick, rhythmic pulses… warm, sticky, and
Heather's Point Of ViewThe silence in Lexy's living room wasn't peaceful; it was suffocating. Every tick of the antique clock on the wall felt like a needle poking straight into my frayed nerves, each second stretching into an eternity of dread that pressed against my ribs like a physical weight. It had been four agonizing days. Four long, agonizing days without a single text, phone call, or whisper of news from Jaxx. Four days of staring blankly at my phone screen until the light burned my eyes, praying for a signal, a notification, literally anything to tell me that my sister wasn't lying dead in some cold Italian ditch. I'd barely eaten. I'd barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, some new horrific scenario played out behind my eyelids, each one worse than the last, until I'd started leaving the lights on just to keep the images at bay. I sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, my legs trembling so violently that my knees were practically knocking together. Across the coffee tab
Elena'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 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
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around my neck with every second that passes. "And just let even a scratch be found on my siblings." My fingers dig into his chest, my nails biting through the fabric of his shirt, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled. "An
Elena’s Point Of View"Who did this to you?" His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, each word a promise of violence, of retribution, of something so dark it sent a shiver down my spine.My fingers twitched at my sides, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline, from the fight, from the sheer r
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was still humming, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sagged against Jaxx, my fingers digging into his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me upright. His tongue was on my neck… licking, swiping, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my shoul







