All Chapters of Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alessandra's POV What does someone even do in a situation like this? What do I do? I hate it. I hate all of it. “Would you let go?” Jeremy snaps, letting the ice pack fall from his face with a soft thud. “Like I said,” Killian answered, calm but cold, “you’re drunk. I’ll take her.” His voice is lower now. Like a warning. Jeremy takes a step closer. “And what gave you the right to?” No. No no no. They shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not tonight. New York isn’t even Ronan’s territory and they’ve already been in one bar fight. Another incident won’t look good for the Crist name either and it definitely won’t help any of us. So I do the one thing I know I’ll regret. I pull my arm from Killian’s grasp. My chest aches the second I do. And I can’t even look him in the eye. “I’ll go with my....” I stop. I felt the weight of him watching me, like he’s just waiting for me to say it, daring me to finish that sentence. My throat tightened and I swallowed even though my throat

Alessandra’s POV I didn’t know how we ended up here. One second I was pressed against the cold railing outside the laser tag arena, trying to keep my heart from falling apart, and the next, Killian’s mouth was on mine, his hands gripping my hips so hard it almost hurt. Almost. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except the way his lips moved against mine, rough and desperate, like he needed me to breathe. Like he was starving and I was his only salvation. The thought crossed my mind that Jeremy and the others were inside, but a part of me didn't care. I just wanted him. All of him. He pulled back, just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, burning with something I didn’t have words for. “Say it,” he rasped. “Say what?” I whispered, my voice shaking as his fingers slid under the hem of my top, brushing against my bare skin. “That you want me.” My breath hitched. I should lie. I should push him away before I fell deeper than I already was before my life become

Killian’s POV I carried her into the mansion, ignoring the dark smears of blood on my shirt. Her blood. Her warmth had faded from her skin, leaving her cold in my arms. Jeremy was behind me, silent, his eyes wide and unfocused like he’d lost the only thing that mattered. I clenched my jaw. “What on earth do you think you’re doing, bringing a woman here at this hour?” Avery's voice snapped through the foyer before we even reached the stairs. She stood at the landing in her silk robe, hair pinned neatly despite the hour, her expression sharp with familiar disapproval. “Killian,” she said more firmly, her eyes narrowing. “Put her down and someone explain......" Her words broke off as I stepped into the light, revealing the limp figure in my arms. The blood soaking her dress. Her torn skin. Her pale, slack face pressed against my chest. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened in horror, all anger draining from her features. She descended the stairs quickly, her sli

Killian's POV The room was silent except for the low hum of the projector still displaying that cursed paused footage. My men stood scattered across the study. Luke shifted from foot to foot beside me, his breathing tight, like he was bracing for a storm. “It’s one of ours,” he said again, his voice hoarse. He didn’t need to say it twice. The tattoo on the attacker’s wrist – burned itself into my mind with each slow blink. Ronan had branded the gurds after an incident with Lia... when he learned I was staying with the Crists he sent over guards who could blend in as workers ....I thought they were all gone Damon cleared his throat softly. “Should we…should we wake the guards’ quarters now?” I turned to him, jaw clenched. “Wake them.” The order was quiet, but it sent them moving instantly. Within minutes, a line of exhausted men stood before me in the underground security bay, each blinking under the fluorescent lights. Their uniforms were neat despite the hour, their stan

Alessandra’s POV They left around two in the afternoon after forcing me to promise I’d call if I needed anything. Stella left behind half her chocolate ice cream in the mini freezer. Bree wrote a dramatic note on my mirror in lipstick: “You’re that bitch. Never forget it.” I laughed softly, staring at it now. The mansion was silent. Too silent. I shifted under the blankets, wincing when pain sliced up my thigh. “Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hand over the bandage. Even after the doctor had made it numb, it burned like a brand. The door clicked open. My heart jumped. “Vivian?” I called out. No answer. Instead, deep footsteps crossed the room until I saw him standing by the window, bathed in golden afternoon light. Killian. He didn’t say a word, just watched me with dark, unreadable eyes....I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears “Hi,” I whispered. He didn't respond. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” “Yes.” I frowned, shifting awkwardly. “Wh