All Chapters of Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third Person POV As soon as Lucas and his men cleared out of the court, the spell that had held everyone frozen in terror finally broke. The gymnasium erupted with movement as everyone else began to leave as well, desperate to escape the space that had just been the scene of such a frightening confrontation. The sound of footsteps and nervous conversations filled the air, replacing the tense silence that had dominated just moments before.From the corner of Deborah's eyes, she caught sight of Charlotte's familiar figure moving toward one of the exits, her best friend's face pale and worried as she glanced back toward where Deborah stood with Liam. Charlotte's brown eyes met hers briefly, a silent question passing between them about whether Deborah was okay, whether she needed help or support.Deborah turned her attention to Liam, who was still staring at his father with an expression that mixed shock, confusion, and a complicated tangle of emotions that years of estrangement had crea

Liam's POV I stood in the locker room, the space feeling unnaturally empty and quiet after everything that had just happened. The rest of the team members had left immediately, still too scared from the armed confrontation to stick around for the usual post-game celebrations or debriefs. Their presence lingered in the abandoned water bottles scattered on benches and the damp towels draped over locker doors, but the room itself echoed with absence.The smell of sweat and cleaning products mixed with the lingering scent of fear that seemed to have soaked into the concrete walls during those terrifying minutes when guns had been pointed at people I cared about. My hands were still shaking slightly from the adrenaline that continued to pulse through my system, making it difficult to stay still.I paced back and forth across the polished floor, my sneakers squeaking softly with each turn. My conversation with my father had been brief and stilted, filled with long pauses and words we both

Deborah's POV That night I spent in my dorm room, finally able to relax in my own space after the chaos of the past few days. The familiar surroundings should have been comforting, but I found myself unable to settle, my mind replaying everything that had happened and wondering what came next. Since Liam didn't want to be away from me, and honestly I didn't want to be away from him either, he had stayed with me as well.We made sweet, slow love with each other in the quiet privacy of my room, with the moonlight filtering through my curtains casting silver shadows across our bodies. It was different from our first time together, less urgent and desperate, more tender and affirming. Every touch felt like a promise that we had survived, that we were together, that nothing could separate us now that the truth was finally out in the open. And every kiss brought us closer to more pleasure, much more than I had ever experienced before.Afterward, we lay tangled together in my small dorm bed

Later that evening, Carlos welcomed Deborah officially to his home with the kind of formal warmth that spoke of practiced hospitality. The dining room where he hosted this welcome was breathtaking in its grandeur, with a table long enough to seat twenty people comfortably and a chandelier overhead that cast dancing light across polished silverware and fine china. The walls were lined with portraits of family members from various generations, their painted eyes seeming to watch the current occupants with varying expressions of judgment and curiosity.A lavish dinner was set before them, course after course of expertly prepared food that probably cost more than Deborah's entire monthly grocery budget. There were dishes she didn't recognize, prepared with techniques she had only read about in cooking magazines, served on plates that felt too precious to actually use for eating. The staff moved around them with practiced silence, appearing to refill glasses and clear plates with timing th

The statement landed like a bomb in the quiet hallway, and Deborah felt her feet stop moving of their own accord. Her hand went slack in Liam's grip as her mind struggled to process what she had just heard. Mafia. The word bounced around in her consciousness, colliding with everything she thought she knew about Liam and his family.All the pieces that hadn't quite fit suddenly snapped into place with horrible clarity. The excessive security around the estate with armed guards at every entrance. Carlos's ability to summon a private security force on short notice to confront Lucas Ross and his men. The way Lucas had reacted when he saw Carlos, with recognition and something that might have been fear. The legal threats that Carlos had made about making Lucas's life difficult through channels that now seemed less about legitimate business connections and more about criminal influence.Even the name difference between Liam and his father made more sense now. Reynolds versus Ryes. Liam had