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A Heart Worth Dying For

JUNO HAYESRelief crashed over me in waves. As I knelt there, maybe to everyone else I looked like a girl crushed by horror and trauma, reliving some nightmare from my teenage years. But the strongest, most consuming emotion was relief, pure relief that Vance hadn’t done this to me. That he wasn’t Cassie’s father.I knew it sounded pathetic, but part of me also felt… a selfish joy that Rhett was still mine, could still be mine. That our relationship didn’t carry something taboo.“If you don’t still believe us, we can...” Lorelei began. “We can have a DNA test to prove it, because I know that...”I shot my head up from where it had been buried in my hands, looked at her, and smiled. The expression on her face, relief, was exactly what I expected. “I believe. I believe it all,” I said, my voice trembling, and turned to Rhett. He was kneeling by my side, his arms around me. He opened his mouth, probably to speak, but I silenced him with my hand on his cheek and crushed my lips against hi

Come back to me

Rhett laid on the stretcher as he was wheeled towards the ambulance, another group of men carrying the stretcher holding Juno as they were being rushed towards the ambulance, their were cries from his mother, father, his sister, brother, and Nina who was hurrying towards the stretcher that Juno was on, tears falling down her face in big fats drop, but Rhett didn't pay no mind to them, he was still awake despite being shot, he refused to close his eyes for a moment, his hand reaching out to touch Juno on her own stretcher, but his hand was pulled away gently.“Please…she can't die, please..” he cried, his voice soft, he felt darkness creeping into the edges of his eyes, but he didn't allow it take to him, soon they were taken into the ambulance.The ambulance doors slammed shut, cutting off the screams from the driveway. Red lights painted the inside of the rig in pulsing, bloody color. Rhett was strapped to the left stretcher, shirt cut open, a thick pressure bandage taped over the hol

It's Wrong

CASSIE HAYESI stared out the window, forehead pressed to the cool glass, when two heavy arms slid around my waist from behind. I shivered not from cold, because the house was plenty warm, but from something else entirely. I turned and looked up into Adrian’s face. For the first time in months, that familiar heat didn’t rush through me. No flutter, no ache, nothing. Just a hollow longing for someone else.God, I missed my mom.I missed her so badly it felt like a fist squeezing my lungs. I didn’t know it was possible to ache for someone this much. And underneath the missing was anger, sharp and sour. After the blowout, after I’d shoved her away and stormed out without looking back, she hadn’t even tried to find me. Not once. I’d half-expected sirens, cops kicking down Adrian’s door, hauling him away for grooming her underage daughter. Yeah, I know I turn eighteen tomorrow, but still. I thought she’d fight for me.She never came.Adrian, Mom’s boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, I guess, since

LET ME GO

Cassie’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought it might bruise them. Adrian loomed behind her, staring at the television screen, and there wasn’t a flicker of shock on his face. Not one. It was like he’d known the whole time.The remote slipped from her numb fingers and clattered to the floor.“I…I need to see her,” Cassie choked out “I need to hold her right now.”Tears poured down her cheeks in hot, messy streaks. She swiped at them with the back of her hand, smearing snot and mascara, and bolted for the door without a thought for her phone, her bag, anything.Adrian’s arm snapped out like a trap, locking around her waist and yanking her backward. Her feet left the ground; she dangled there, kicking at nothing.“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, low and calm, the kind of calm that made her skin crawl.“Let me go, you asshole!” she screamed, thrashing in his hold.She clawed at his forearm, nails digging into skin, but his grip only tightened, like iron bands. H

Finding him

RHETT VOSSI prayed.Yeah, me. Rhett Voss, the guy who spent years convinced that if God existed, He was too busy laughing at him to bother helping. Absurd doesn’t even cover it.And yet, every night for the past week I found myself slipping into that tiny hospital chapel, dropping to my knees on the worn cushion in front of the crucifix like some desperate sinner. I bargained. I begged. I promised to give up every dirty thing I’d ever done if He’d just bring her back to me. I even screamed once, alone in that candlelit room, threatening to wreck havoc on His precious earth if He dared take the only person I loved more than my life .Nothing. Not a flicker. Juno stayed exactly where she was: silent, still, breathing only because a machine forced air into her lungs.So I went back to the one place that felt real: the edge of her ICU bed.I sat there, holding her hand like it was the only thing tethering me to the planet, and talked. Just talked.“I’ve got every guy I trust looking for C

Painful death

Cassie’s wrists bled where the cuffs had long since carved red crescents into her skin. She’d been chained to that same bed for days (maybe a week; time had lost all meaning), reduced to something less than human. The only moments of “mercy” came when Adrian unhooked one wrist so she could shuffle to the bathroom, head down, legs trembling. Otherwise, she lay there like a discarded doll, staring at nothing while her mind screamed.Every day since her eighteenth birthday, he came back. Every day he took. And every day she left her body behind, floating up to the corner of the ceiling like a security camera watching a crime it was powerless to stop. All she felt now was a looping, merciless punishment reel in her head: I chose him. I walked out on Mom. I chose the monster.“Ahhh,” Adrian groaned above her, pulling out slow just to slam back in harder, over and over, the headboard banging out a sick rhythm against the wall.He glared down at her slack face. “You’re making this borin

Two months

I carried Cassie down those rotting porch steps, blanket clutched tight around her, her head tucked under my chin. She was burning hot with fever, limp as a rag doll, breath coming in shallow, wet rasps against my neck. The cold night air hit us both, and for the first time in days she was breathing something that wasn’t the sour stink of that house. That alone almost dropped me to my knees.Jake had the car's door open. I slid in without letting go of her. Barka glanced over the seat, took one look at the girl in my arms, and didn’t say a damn word. Smart.“The Body,” I told Jake through the open window, voice flat. “Make sure its handled accordingly.”He nodded once. Door slammed. Tires spit gravel as we tore out.Forty minutes of back roads, red lights we ignored, no sirens. Cassie stayed unconscious the whole way, pulse racing under my thumb—fast, thready, but there. That was enough.We hit the ER bay doing seventy. Doors flew open before we even stopped. Trauma team swarmed, gurne

Ten Days

JUNOBora Bora, French Polynesia Over-water villa.The flight had been endless, but the second the seaplane touched down on that impossible turquoise water I forgot every ache in my chest. Rhett carried our bags like they weighed nothing, grinning the whole speedboat ride while I stared at the little row of villas on stilts, each one glowing like a lantern over the lagoon.Our villa was the last one, completely private. Glass floor panels, infinity pool bleeding straight into the ocean, king bed draped in white linen facing nothing but stars and water.Rhett set the bags down, kissed my temple. “I’m gonna make sure the staff stocked the bar the way I asked. Two minutes, princess.”I nodded, heart already hammering.The door clicked shut behind him.I didn’t wait.Dress off in one motion, kicked aside. Bra, panties, everything. The lingerie I’d hidden in my carry-on for weeks (black lace, almost nothing there). A strappy bodysuit that dipped so low in front my scar peeked above the ed

Ten days of bliss

JUNOBora Bora – Honeymoon, Day 2 We never left the villa grounds, and we barely left each other.By the end of the first night the black lace was in shreds on the floor and Rhett had already carried me, legs wrapped around his waist, out to the private infinity pool while I was still coming down from the third orgasm he’d wrung out of me.“Hold the edge, princess,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.I obeyed instantly, gripping the pool’s rim, water lapping at my waist. He kicked my legs wider, lined up, and slammed into me from behind so hard the water sloshed over the sides. Every thrust sent waves crashing against the glass wall, the sound filthy and perfect.“Look at you,” he rasped, one hand fisted in my wet hair, the other clamped around my throat. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the open like a greedy little slut. Anyone on a boat out there could see how well you open for me.”I moaned, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke.He fucked me until my arms shook, until I came screamin

LAX

RHETT Bora Bora to LAX – the morning we had to go homeThe seaplane engine was waiting when we stepped onto the dock, bags slung over my shoulder, Juno’s hand in mine. Ten days of sun, salt, and her had turned my brain to mush in the best way. I wasn’t ready to give it up.Juno was quiet on the short boat ride to the airstrip, sunglasses on. I squeezed her fingers.“You okay, Mrs. Voss?”She huffed a laugh. “I was just getting used to being naked twenty-four-seven. Clothes feel like betrayal.”I grinned, leaned in so the pilot couldn’t hear. “Give it twenty minutes after takeoff and I’ll fix that problem for you.”She elbowed me, cheeks pink. “Behave. Cassie’s meeting us at airport with your parents.”We climbed the steps into the little plane, settled into the plush seats facing each other. As soon as we were airborne she kicked off her sandals, propped her bare feet in my lap, and stared out at the lagoons shrinking below us.I rubbed slow circles on her ankle with my thumb, thinki

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