All Chapters of Driving The Alpha' Brothers Crazy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luca's POVIt started because of rain.Not metaphorical rain. Actual rain, the kind that hit the Black Ridge mountains in October like it had a personal grievance, heavy and sudden and completely indifferent to the fact that I had a solo track session scheduled for four PM that I'd been looking forward to all day.Coach cancelled everything at three fifty-five. Track closed, wet conditions, standard protocol. I was already in the garage in my suit when the notification came through and I stood there for a full minute just looking at the rain through the open garage door like looking at it harder would change what it was doing.It didn't change what it was doing."Tragic," said a voice behind me.I turned around.Cece was leaning against the garage entrance in her own racing suit, helmet under her arm, looking at the rain with the same expression I probably had — not upset exactly, just the specific resignation of a driver whose afternoon had just been cancelled."You had the four o'cl

Adrian's POVThe villa felt... wrong. Not in a bad way, exactly. Just empty. Hollowed out. Like someone had scooped out all the usual chaos and left only the echo of it behind. Luca was at track time, pushing that stupidly precise lap record of his like the world would end if he didn't. Theo had vanished into town around noon with his keys and that half-smirk that meant don't ask, so yeah. No explanations. Standard Theo.It was three in the afternoon on a Friday, and the silence pressed against my skin like a second layer. I came downstairs barefoot, the wooden steps cool under my feet, and there she was.Audrey.Sitting on the kitchen counter in that way only she could pull off — legs crossed, one of Theo's massive grey hoodies swallowing her frame, hair twisted up in a messy knot that was half-falling down because her brain had clearly been somewhere else for a while. She stared out the window at the grey October mountains like they held answers. Her mug sat in her hands, untouched,

Audrey's POVI came home at one thirty AM, walked past all three of them in the living room, said nothing, and went to bed.Not dramatically. I didn't slam the door. I didn't make it a thing. I just walked through the villa like I was the only person in it and went upstairs and got into bed and stared at the ceiling until my body remembered it was tired and let me sleep.I woke up at seven feeling clear in the specific way you felt clear after a night of hard decisions — not better exactly, just decided.I was mad.Not the hot kind of mad that wanted a fight. The cold kind. The kind that needed space and quiet and the absence of three particular people until I figured out what I actually wanted to say to them.I showered. Got dressed. Went downstairs before any of them were up, ate toast standing at the kitchen counter, and left for the academy.The thing about ignoring people you basically lived with was that it required significantly more logistical planning than ignoring people you

Audrey's POVIt started because of a scheduling overlap.The technical building had one lift. One. In a modern academy with four floors of labs and equipment rooms and a mezzanine level that existed for no reason except to make people take the stairs, there was exactly one lift, and it was the old kind, the kind with the internal gate you had to pull across yourself, which the academy had kept because it was original to the building's renovation and someone on the board had opinions about architectural integrity.I was on the fourth floor returning equipment at the end of afternoon practice when Ethan stepped into the lift at the same time I did.We both stopped."Fourth floor?" he said."Ground," I said. "You?""Ground," he said.We looked at the lift. At each other. At the lift again.I pulled the gate across.He pressed G.The lift started moving and made it approximately six inches before it stopped with the specific mechanical shudder of something that had been original to a buil

Audrey's POVHe was waiting outside my last class.Not casually, not pretending to be somewhere nearby for unrelated reasons. Actually waiting — back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes on the door, the specific posture of someone who had decided to be somewhere and wasn't performing anything about it.I stopped when I saw him.He looked at me. "Hey.""Hey," I said."Walk with me," he said. The specific Luca middle ground that meant he'd decided something and wasn't going to push but was going to make the option very clearly available.I walked with him. We ended up at the east side of the academy, the part that most students didn't use after hours because it faced the mountain directly and got the wind in a way that made it cold even by Black Ridge standards. There was a bench nobody ever sat on and a view that was genuinely ridiculous — the whole valley spread out below, the last of the afternoon light doing something specific to the tree line that I'd never seen anywhere else.Luc