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THE HOUSE THAT BREATHES
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The College Bad Boy's Target WHAT WE CARRY
CHAPTER 144 — WHAT WE CARRYRyder’s POVThe road stretched ahead of us like a black scar through the trees.I drove fast, but not reckless. Fast enough to put distance between us and that house. Fast enough to stay alive. My hands stayed steady on the wheel even though my body was still running on pure adrenaline. The engine hummed low, steady, like it knew this was not the time to fail.Ollie sat beside me, pulled in tight on himself, his arms wrapped around his chest. He was quiet. Too quiet. His breathing was shallow, like he was afraid that if he took in too much air, something would grab it away from him.I kept my eyes on the road, but my focus was split. Half of me watched the curves ahead. The other half stayed locked on him, tracking every movement, every breath.“You’re safe,” I said quietly.He didn’t answer right away.The trees blurred past us. The night felt endless, thick and heavy, pressing down on the car. Rain still clung to the air, though it had stopped falling. Th
The College Bad Boy's Target THE HOUSE THAT BREATHES
CHAPTER 143 — THE HOUSE THAT BREATHESRyder’s POVNight fell slowly, like it was afraid of what waited in the dark.I stayed in the car at the edge of the hills long after the sky lost its color. The house sat above me, lights glowing softly behind tall windows. From a distance, it looked peaceful. Expensive. Safe.That illusion made my hands itch.Houses like that always hid rot. They were built to look calm so no one asked what screamed inside the walls.I watched the pattern of lights. One on the left wing stayed on constantly. The rest flickered on and off at irregular times. That told me there were people moving. Guards, staff, maybe watchers rotating shifts.She never trusted stillness.I pulled my hood up and stepped out of the car, keeping low as I moved into the trees again. The ground was damp, soft enough to hide my steps. I had chosen this time for a reason. Shift changes always made people careless. They thought the night would protect them.I circled the property slowly,
The College Bad Boy's Target THE MAP IN MY HEAD
CHAPTER 142 — THE MAP IN MY HEADRyder’s POVMorning came without mercy.The light crept in through the windows like it had no idea what it was stepping into. The world outside kept moving. Cars passed. Birds made noise. Somewhere, people laughed.Inside my head, everything was still locked on one thing.Ollie.I had not slept. Not even for a minute. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the door closing behind him again. I heard the sound of the lock. I felt his fingers slipping from mine.So I stayed awake.I made coffee and didn’t drink it. I stood by the window and didn’t see anything. My body moved, but my mind stayed somewhere else, walking circles around the same thoughts.They let him call.That meant control. It meant confidence. It meant they wanted me calm, not frantic. They wanted me waiting, not hunting.They underestimated what panic does to a man like me.I laid everything out again on the table. Papers. Photos. Names written in sharp black ink. I didn’t need the notes any
The College Bad Boy's Target WHAT I BECOME WITHOUT YOU
CHAPTER 141 — WHAT I BECOME WITHOUT YOURyder’s POVThe door closed behind Ollie with a sound I will hear for the rest of my life.Metal against metal. Final. Cold.I stood there long after it happened, my body locked in place like if I didn’t move, the moment might undo itself. My hands were still raised, fingers curled like they expected to feel his face again.But he was gone.The woman did not speak right away. She watched me the way someone watches a weapon after pulling the trigger, calm and curious, waiting to see what kind of damage she had done.“You have one week,” she said finally. “Do not come looking for him.”I turned slowly.My vision tunneled. The room felt smaller, tighter, like it was closing in on me. Every sound sharpened. The drip of water. The hum of the bulb. My own breathing, loud and uneven.“If he is hurt,” I said quietly, “there will be nothing left of you to regret it.”She smiled, unbothered. “Threats are unnecessary. He will be safe. He is valuable.”“He
The College Bad Boy's Target WHERE THE GROUND REMEMBERS
CHAPTER 140 — WHERE THE GROUND REMEMBERSRyder’s POVThe forest grew quieter the deeper we walked.Not calm. Not peaceful. Quiet in the way a room goes silent when everyone is holding their breath. The storm still raged above us, thunder rolling through the sky, rain dripping heavy from the branches, but under the trees it felt muted, like the world itself was listening.Ollie’s hand stayed locked in mine. He did not let go. Not even for a second.Every step forward pulled us further from the house, further from safety, and closer to memories I had spent years burying. The woman walked ahead of us, her dark cloak brushing wet leaves, her back straight, her pace steady. She did not rush. She did not slow down. She moved like this path belonged to her.Like she had walked it before.The ground beneath our feet sloped downward, mud sticking to our shoes. The air smelled like wet earth and old wood. Each breath felt heavier than the last.“Ryder,” Ollie whispered, his voice barely audible
The College Bad Boy's Target INTO THE RAIN
CHAPTER 139 — INTO THE RAINRyder’s POVThe rain hit us like cold needles, sharp and fast, soaking through my clothes in seconds. The storm was loud, so loud it swallowed most sounds, but even through all that noise, I could still hear Ollie’s breathing behind me. Fast. Nervous. Unsteady. His hand stayed locked around my arm like he was afraid the storm would tear me away from him.I didn’t tell him to let go.We followed her down the steps of the porch and onto the gravel path that led toward the trees. The wind kept blowing her cloak back, making it flap like dark wings. She didn’t look behind her to check if we were coming—she already knew. She moved like someone who had everything planned down to the last second.Ollie squeezed my arm tighter as thunder cracked across the sky.“Stay close to me,” I said over my shoulder without stopping.“I am,” he said, his voice shaking.I wanted to pull him against my chest, hide him from the cold, carry him if I needed to. But I had to keep my
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