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NIRVANA'S POVI pressed my spine hard against the cold brick wall, my hand flying up to clamp firmly over my own mouth. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.Ronan and Leo.My brain struggled to put the pieces together. My older brother, the terrifying Ronan and my best friend, the nervous, awkward college student. They were tangled together in the shadows of a biker club, kissing with a desperate, starving intensity that completely shattered everything I thought I knew about both of them.Every lie Leo had told me over the past few weeks suddenly clicked into place with perfect clarity. The sudden cancelled plans. The nervous fidgeting in the courtyard. The oversized leather jacket. He wasn't just wearing Ronan's clothes, he was wearing Ronan's protection.I felt a sharp sting of betrayal, but it was quickly swallowed by a large wave of pure disbelief. Ronan was fiercely private. He guarded his life and this club with lethal efficiency, that I didn't know about any of it for the

NIRVANA'S POVI couldn't stay in that dark stairwell for another single second. The sound of the tied man choking on his own blood echoed off the walls, digging into my brain. The pure instinct to survive finally kicked in, overriding the shock that had frozen my limbs. I pushed my shaking body off the floor, using the rough edge of the wooden shipping crate to pull myself up. I didn't look back at the grated window. I couldn't bear to see Adrian's dead, remorseless eyes again.I scrambled back up the steep concrete steps. Every time my boot scraped against the hard floor, my heart stopped, terrified that the steel door below me would swing open. But the loud, violent threats barking from the basement completely covered the sound of my escape.I reached the top of the stairs, slipped through the door, and fell back into the dimly lit service corridor.The rhythmic bass of the club music hit me instantly. Just a few feet away, hundreds of people were drinking top-shelf liquor and laug

NIRVANA'S POVThe morning sun glared off the campus ground, forcing me to squint. I walked toward the art building with a mechanical stride. Sleep didn't come last night. My mind was trapped in the damp basement of the club, replaying the sickening snap of a man's ribs under Adrian’s fist.Students rushed past me, clutching coffee cups and laughing about upcoming exams. Their normal, everyday problems felt entirely foreign. Just hours ago, I was hiding behind crates, watching the strict professor I shared my bed with act as a brutal syndicate killer.I tightened my grip on my canvas bag and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. I needed the quiet of the studio. I needed to sit alone and force my hands to stop trembling.As I rounded the large stone fountain in the center of the quad, my steps faltered.Leo was walking down the path from the science building. He wasn't wearing Ronan’s oversized leather jacket today, just his standard grey hoodie and sneakers. But the ne

NIRVANA'S POVThe campus library was dead silent. I sat across from Jesse at a secluded corner table on the third floor. An open textbook sat in front of me, but I hadn't read a single word.My brain was entirely consumed by the puzzle pieces finally snapping together.The motorcycles. It seemed so painfully obvious now. Adrian and Ronan’s absolute obsession with those high-end, modified bikes wasn't just a rich man’s weekend hobby. The leather jackets they wore weren't a fashion choice. They were in uniform. They were patched members of a secret, underground motorcycle club. The large clubhouse, the armed guards at the door, the ruthless hierarchy I witnessed– it all fit perfectly. I wasn't just living with strict estate managers. I was living with bikers."You're zoning out again," Jesse said softly.I blinked. Jesse was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. He offered a gentle smile."Sorry," I whispered. "I can't focus. My head is completely full today.""You've been

ADRIAN'S POVI adjusted my grip on the leather briefcase. I kept my stride measured and even, demanding the space around me as I walked toward the humanities block. To the passing crowd, I was Professor Adrian Cross. They saw the expensive charcoal suit, the perfectly knotted tie, and the unyielding authority. They didn't see the bruised knuckles gripping the leather handle. They had absolutely no idea what I was doing.And they had no idea that I had spent the night completely at the mercy of my student.The memory of Nirvana straddling my hips was a live wire burning right through my chest. She had walked into my bedroom, pushed my shoulders into the mattress, and taken absolute control. I had built impenetrable walls between my underworld and my academic life, but she was tearing them down effortlessly. I was a syndicate boss letting a nineteen-year-old civilian dictate my undoing. It was reckless. It was a massive liability. But I had no intention of stopping it. I was entirely