I could feel my heart pounding as Derek cornered me, his entire body crowding me against the wall. I tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. Fear consumed me as I realized I was trapped.As I looked into his cold and dark eyes, I could feel the anger and irritation radiating off of him. His gaze was so intense that it felt like he was piercing right through me. I could see the fury building up within him, and I knew I was in trouble."Who the hell is that donkey?" Derek demanded, his voice booming in the small room."His name's Jacob," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm despite the fear that was threatening to overwhelm me."Where did you meet him?" Derek asked, his tone sharp and accusatory."At the karaoke bar," I answered, feeling a knot form in my stomach."Why are you afraid?" Derek demanded, his expression darkening with anger.I managed to free his grip on my hair and took a step back, my heart racing."Because you're scaring me," I admitted, my voic

Ronnie's point of view:As Derek grabbed my wrist, I froze in shock. My heart was pounding in my chest as he pulled me away from Jacob's arms. I could feel my face contort in a mixture of surprise and fear. What was happening? Why was Derek doing this?Being in Derek's arms felt oddly comforting, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. As he shielded me away from Jacob, I caught my breath and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with anger and possessiveness. "She's mine," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering.I could see the anger in Jacob's eyes as he looked at Derek. "What the hell's your deal, huh?" he spat out. "She's your sister. Why can't you let her hang out with me? Or are you two dating?""Huh?!" I exclaimed. Derek narrowed his eyes. "Go ahead and think whatever you like. I wouldn't be bothered with the likes of you. Just keep your filthy hands off Ronnie."I had no idea what was going on. My head was in a spiral and I can't even think straight. "Why?"

Derek held my hand tightly, staring into my eyes with a look of urgency. The atmosphere between us was tense and uncomfortable, making me feel like something big was about to happen.I couldn't help but feel disgusted as he spoke to me. "There is one thing you can do, though.""If you're about to ask me to do something dirty, forget it," I said firmly, pulling my hand away from his grip.Derek smirked, but his eyes told a different story. "Trust me, there are many dirty things I can think of, but you're definitely not the girl I'd dream of doing it with.""You're lying," I responded, my instincts telling me that there was something more to his request. "Your expression is telling me otherwise."Derek's face became serious, and I knew that this was going to be a tough conversation. "I want you to stay away from Jacob," he said firmly.I faced him fully, folding my arms across my chest. "I wanted us to get around to this. You know that's not possible, right?"Derek's expression was sk

Derek's point of view:My arms were pinned behind my back, and I could feel someone holding my waist, leading me towards something. I realized that I was being led to a waiting black van. I struggled to free myself, but the guy holding me was too strong. In a moment, I was pushed into the van, and the door slammed shut behind me. The inside of the van was dimly lit, and there were six tough-looking guys, all glaring at me. They wore uniforms that were slightly different from the ones Griffin Elites University wore. I had a feeling that I was in trouble, and that feeling only grew stronger when I saw the guy sitting next to me, pointing a flip knife at me. The six boys sneered at me, calling me a dead man. I kept calm as the van drove off into the road. I knew that panicking would only make things worse.I could see through the window that we were driving towards a lonely, abandoned place. It was a junkyard. When we finally stopped, the guy with the flip knife pushed me out o

Ronnie's point of view:In Derek's room, I could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was so quiet that my loud breathing and the squeaking of the bed seemed to be the only sounds in the room. Derek was lying on the bed, staring up at me as I straddled his body. My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Derek grinned up at me, his teeth showing in a mischievous smile. I was threatening him, demanding that he hand over my panties. "Hand over my panties or I'll fucking kill you," I warned him. Derek replied coolly, "I told you, I don't have them." Frustrated, I increased the pressure on his neck and glared at him with hard, set eyes. "You wanna die? I know you're with them. Perhaps you don't like breathing." But Derek found it all amusing. "I'd rather be strangled by my sister than another woman," he quipped. "You're unbelievable," I spat at him, disgusted by his perverted behavior. Derek continued to push my buttons. "You'r