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The Sociopath’s Trail

Author: Luciana Rielle
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-17 23:14:13

The crowd roared, stamping their feet as the cage rattled.

“Grimm! Grimm! Grimm!” they chanted, voices rising like thunder in the underground pit.

He stepped into the ring like a predator that had been caged too long, shoulders loose, grin sharp and empty. It had been years since he fought here officially, but the place remembered him and tonight, he reminded them why.

The bell clanged. His opponent rushed him. Grimm didn’t flinch. One brutal hook snapped the man’s head sideways, blood spraying across the ropes. A tooth flew out, bouncing on the filthy floor. The crowd screamed louder.

Grimm stalked forward, every move ruthless. He slammed a fist into ribs, crack. Another uppercut split the man’s lip, red pouring like water.

Blood hit the mat before the crowd even blinked. Grimm’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw, teeth flying out like white chips, swallowed by the dirt and sweat of the pit. The roar was deafening.

“Grimm! Grimm! Grimm!”

He didn’t fight clean—he fought like a beast tor
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  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    House of Lies

    JUNO HAYESThe crushing feeling hit me as I watched them from the window.Adrian opened the car door for Cassie, and she slipped inside with a smile that made my stomach twist. The door shut, and for a few seconds, he looked straight at me through the glass. He wasn’t smiling, but there was satisfaction in his eyes, a dark, knowing kind.I had brought the devil into my home without realizing it, and he had corrupted my daughter right under my nose.He turned away, climbed into the driver’s seat, and I watched as the car rolled down the driveway and disappeared into the night. My chest tightened with every second until I could barely breathe.“You need to calm down, Juno. You ..” Callum started, but I spun around, trembling with rage.“Calm down? Calm down? He slept with her, and now she’s brainwashed…”I stopped myself mid-sentence. Why was I even explaining this? He’d seen it all.I stormed toward the dining table where I’d dropped my purse.“Juno, what are you doing?” Callum asked b

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Flipped Script

    JUNO HAYESThe silence that followed was like a gunshot echoing in a small room.Callum froze beside me, fork halfway to his mouth before it clattered onto his plate. His lips parted, but no sound came out. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were on Cassie and Adrian.Cassie’s face flushed pink, her eyes flicking between me and Adrian. She didn’t scream like I expected her to. Didn’t deny it. Didn’t even look shocked. She just sat there, like a kid caught doing something bad but too far gone to care. That was worse than any denial could’ve been. My stomach twisted.And Adrian, he just stared. Mouth slightly open, eyes wide, pretending to process it. Pretending to be hurt.“What the fuck are you saying, Juno?” he snapped suddenly, voice sharp enough to slice the air. “What the fuck kind of statement is that?”That was the first time he’d ever cursed at me.He pushed his chair back violently and stood, his fists clenched. “You think I’d sleep with Cassie? Your daughter? Jesus Christ, Ju

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Clear

    JUNO HAYESWe finally sat down at the dining table, the polished wood gleaming under the chandelier light. The air smelled like rosemary and garlic, warm bread, and something sweet baking in the oven. My stomach rumbled involuntarily, despite the adrenaline still buzzing in my veins.Cassie had apparently taken over the kitchen with Adrian’s reluctant help. There were roasted chicken legs glazed with honey and mustard, a steaming dish of mashed potatoes with little flecks of chives, a salad with what looked like cranberries and walnuts, and a loaf of fresh bread that made my mouth water.“Wow,” I said. “This smells amazing.”“Thanks, Mom!” Cassie said brightly, sliding a plate in front of me. “We figured dinner would be better than whatever boring takeout you were planning.”I glanced at Adrian, who was serving himself quietly, his sleeves rolled up and a faint smudge of flour on his cheek. He smiled at me politely. “Cassie insisted, so I helped.”Callum, seated to my right, picked up

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Eyes on Me

    JUNO HAYES“...We’re going to act like nothing just happened,” Callum said, his hands pressing lightly against my shoulders. I looked up at him, standing right outside my front door. The warm glow spilling from the window told me either Adrian or Cassie or maybe both were home.My eyes flicked to my car, and Callum caught the movement, gently turning me to face him. My body still thrummed with adrenaline, anxiety, and that lingering fear from only minutes ago. I couldn’t stop wondering who had really been following us. Could it really have been Emma, like Callum suggested?We couldn’t be certain.Callum, however, wanted us to stop thinking about it. Hard to do when he was the one who’d planted the fear in me in the first place. Now he wanted us to focus on the reason he was here: since I’d confided my suspicion that something inappropriate might be going on between Cassie and Adrian, he’d suggested coming over for dinner to see for himself.We would have been here anyway…if not for th

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Don't Turn Around

    JUNO HAYESI turned to look at Callum for the tenth time in a row now, then down at his grip on the steering wheel. It was tight, like he wanted to squeeze the life out of it. Poor steering wheel.And that wasn’t all. He was quiet. Too quiet. It was so un-Callum-like that it started to make me uneasy.I sighed. “Okay, let it out. What’s wrong?”He glanced at me, his brow creasing before his eyes flicked back to the road.“What do you mean?”He actually looked confused. Like, genuinely confused.“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said, tilting my head. “You’ve been pretty silent since we said goodbye to Emma. You only spoke when you insisted on driving.”He didn’t answer. Just kept his eyes locked on the road ahead.When I thought I wasn’t going to get a word out of him, he muttered something under his breath. It sounded like Emma.That name dragged my thoughts back to a few minutes ago and to how grateful I was that she wasn’t badly hurt. She’d even been nice about it, which was wild considering

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Unknown Number

    “Boss, there’s something you need to see. I’m sending it now.”A call came through for Rhett just as he stood beside his mother in the kitchen of the Voss mansion. His eyes darted around the room, no one was paying attention. His mother was focused on whatever the chef was preparing, and his siblings… well, as long as they weren’t looking his way, he didn’t care what they were doing.He didn’t reply. Instead, he ended the call. Not even a second later, a text and a few photos appeared on his screen. Rhett’s eyes widened. His fingers curled tightly around the phone until it creaked under the pressure.Lorelei Voss looked up from the counter. She noticed the veins standing out on her son’s temples, the way his jaw clenched, and how his teeth ground together. Something was wrong, she could tell instantly but she didn’t pry. Not yet.Rhett saw red. It felt like a pool of blood had flooded his vision as he stared at the images. The first showed Emma hugging Juno—Juno’s expression frozen in

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