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CHAPTER 52 – CROSSING THE LINELARRY’S POVBrandy took her time answering the door. When she finally appeared, she looked a little restless—hair pulled back loosely, her clothes were messy, and eyes that darted like she’d been pacing the kitchen a hundred times over. Maybe she’d been cooking like always, or maybe....just maybe, she was worried about me. I didn’t know, and honestly, I couldn’t stop myself from caring. Typical me, falling into trouble over someone else’s mood.She hugged me before I could think better of it. Her lips pressed softly to mine quickly, I swear it was almost teasing. And, of course, I just froze. I was caught somewhere between wanting to melt into her and wanting to shove her away. She had this infuriating way of getting under my skin, and no matter how many times I swore I’d resist, I never could.“Hey lovebirds! I’m here!” Richard’s voice boomed through the hallway, dragging me out of the fog she always managed to trap me in.“Richard…” Brandy hollered hap

CHAPTER 54– A TOUCH TOO BOLD LARRY'S POV A woman strutted out from backstage, and I swear my jaw almost hit the sticky floorboards. She wasn’t just dressed... she was armed. A black leather bra barely holding her chest together, sparkling thong cut so high it should’ve been illegal, it could obviously file for assault charges. And her fishnet stockings hugged her thighs like they’d been sewn onto her skin. Her silver heels were so tall they could double as murder weapons, clicking sharply against the stage, each step a death sentence for weak men’s self-control. And the way she moved? Please. Those hips didn’t just sway.. they rolled like a metronome... like she had the whole room on puppet strings. One glance at her, and every guy in the crowd forgot how to breathe, blink, or possibly function as humans. Then she bent low... slow, and deliberate, arching her back like sin itself was choreographing her moves. The crowd immediately went wild, but as a solid 10/10? Did she even car

CHAPTER 56– COCKY BASTARD BRANDY’S POV The sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house like a relief bell. Larry and Richard was gone. I stood still for a moment, listening to their footsteps fade down the porch. Whew… finally. I turned toward the kitchen, lowering my voice. “You can come out now.” There was a pause, then the faint scuffle of shoes against tile. From behind the pantry door, he stepped out with that smug little half-grin like hiding in my kitchen while Larry sat at the table two feet away hadn’t been a dangerous game. “You sure he’s gone?” he asked, eyes flicking toward the window. “Of course he’s gone,” I muttered, brushing a strand of hair off my face. “He only comes here to eat, complain, and storm back out. You’d think after all these time he’d at least have the decency to look me in the eye.” He chuckled, low and humorless. “Can’t say I blame him. If he knew what you were up to…” I cut him a glare. “If he knew, you’d be dead

CHAPTER 58 – ONE DOOR AWAY FROM DISASTER BRANDY'S POV The growl of tires crunching gravel outside snapped me back to reality, though my body was still clinging to every delicious aftershock. I froze, pulse racing in my throat. He froze too, still pressed against me, both of us staring toward the window like guilty teenagers. "Did you hear that?” I whispered, panic creeping into my voice. “We’ve got company, " he echoed, though his smirk said he didn’t regret a damn thing. The car door slammed shut, and footsteps followed, heavy and dramatic, echoing up to the mansion. Whoever it was, they were coming inside. Could it be Richard? Please. That man swore he was dragging Larry to the club. God, don’t tell me it’s Larry... because if it is, the universe officially has the worst sense of humor. I scrambled off the counter, nearly tripping in my rush, tugging my shirt down, fumbling like I’d never dressed myself before. My fingers shook, hair sticking out in ways that screamed

CHAPTER 60 – NIGHTMARE RESIDUE MAYA'S POVThe world spun like a drama I didn’t sign up for, jagged edges slicing at my brain like they had a vendetta. I gasped, heart doing somersaults, and my muscles screaming in unison, yet all I could do was lie there on the cold floor of my room, drenched in sweat like I’d run a marathon I never agreed to. My hands shook violently, clutching my chest like, “Okay, heart, calm the hell down, you’re embarrassing me.”It was… just a dream. A nightmare, more like. None of it was real... none of it happened. Marvin wasn’t sprawled there, bleeding like some tragic soap opera victim under Larry’s psycho grin. My chest heaved, pulse doing backflips as my breathing ragged... but hey, I was still freaking alive. And yet… his screams? Ugh, they stuck to me like the world’s worst clingy ex, refusing to leaveI curled up, knees hugged tight to my chest, rocking like a lunatic. My palms were slick, not with blood, thank God... but with the ghost of terror that