All Chapters of The College Bad Boy's Target : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131 – What I Am Afraid To LoseOllie’s POVI woke up before the sun, lying in the silence of our apartment, and for a moment I thought everything from last night had only been another dream I tried too hard to believe. I reached out, expecting Ryder beside me, but the space was empty. Cold. Too quiet. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, feeling the weight of everything that happened pressing over my chest like a thick blanket.We kissed.We argued.I cried more than I wanted to.He held me like I was something fragile he was terrified of breaking.And now he wanted to move us out, to run again, to leave the place that had somehow become the first real home I had known in years.I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the living room. The couch still held the shape of where we slept tangled together. My chest tightened. I touched the blanket he used to cover me hours ago, feeling every bit of warmth still trapped in the fabric. I let my fingers sit there for a moment before p

Chapter 133 – Testing the EdgesOllie's POVThe safe house felt too quiet the moment we stepped inside. It was almost strange. After everything we had been through, after the fear that chased us across the city, after Ryder guiding me through dark alleys and back roads until the air shifted and the danger felt farther behind us, the silence here felt heavy. It settled on my shoulders like another weight I was not ready to understand. I dropped my bag near the small couch in the living room while Ryder locked the door behind us and checked the windows. He moved fast, almost too fast, the way a person does when their mind will not slow down.I watched him, my chest tightening. Even when he said we were safe here, I could see the tension in his shoulders. It told me everything. We were not safe, not really. We were only safer than before, and that was not the same thing. I sat on the couch and waited for him to finish. When he finally did, he leaned against the wall near the door and wat

Chapter 135 – Breath in the DarkRyder’s POVThe metallic click froze every part of me. The sound did not belong in this house, not at this hour, not with the storm drowning everything outside. It was the kind of sound I only heard when someone meant to break in quietly, hoping the thunder would cover their steps. My entire body went still. Ollie stared at me with wide, terrified eyes, and I felt his breath catch in his throat. I pressed a hand against his chest, a silent command to stay behind me, and rose slowly from the couch.The storm roared, shaking the windows. The lights flickered, but the house remained dark enough that I could use the shadows to my advantage. I reached for the small knife hidden behind the cabinet, keeping my movements controlled, my breath steady. I did not want Ollie to see the fear running sharp through my veins. He had seen enough tonight. He needed me calm.I held a finger to my lips and gestured for him to stay low. He nodded once, gripping the edge of

CHAPTER 137 — INTO THE RAINRyder’s POVThe storm hit us like a wall.Cold rain slapped against my face, sharp and heavy, soaking through my shirt within seconds. The wind pushed hard, dragging at my clothes and making my muscles tense as I stepped off the porch. Ollie held onto my arm like it was the only solid thing left in the world. Maybe it was. Maybe I needed him just as much in that moment.The woman walked ahead of us, slow and unbothered, her cloak cutting through the wind like it belonged there. Lightning flashed again, bright and violent, giving quick glimpses of her face. Calm. Focused. Too calm for someone who came to threaten a life and drag us into the storm.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to grab Ollie and run the opposite direction. Hide him. Get him somewhere safe. Get Mara somewhere safe. But we were already past that point. She held all the cards tonight, and we were moving inside a game she spent years planning.“Stay behind me,” I said low.Ollie nodded

CHAPTER 139 — INTO THE RAINRyder’s POVThe rain hit us like cold needles, sharp and fast, soaking through my clothes in seconds. The storm was loud, so loud it swallowed most sounds, but even through all that noise, I could still hear Ollie’s breathing behind me. Fast. Nervous. Unsteady. His hand stayed locked around my arm like he was afraid the storm would tear me away from him.I didn’t tell him to let go.We followed her down the steps of the porch and onto the gravel path that led toward the trees. The wind kept blowing her cloak back, making it flap like dark wings. She didn’t look behind her to check if we were coming—she already knew. She moved like someone who had everything planned down to the last second.Ollie squeezed my arm tighter as thunder cracked across the sky.“Stay close to me,” I said over my shoulder without stopping.“I am,” he said, his voice shaking.I wanted to pull him against my chest, hide him from the cold, carry him if I needed to. But I had to keep my