All Chapters of The War Between Us: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Milena DragovicThat night I let myself become a normal girl getting ready for the club. I needed to drop everything from the last few weeks to shake off the person I’d been dodging and the world I’d been hiding from. Decisions like that were never called responsible. But we let them happen anyway.Dresses were now lying everywhere and anywhere around my room. Coats were grabbed. Lipstick reapplied. Stella tried on at least three pairs of shoes before settling on the glossy purple heels, declaring each previous pick “all wrong.” Aria poured the last of the wine down the sink like a gesture of maturity… and the moment she did, she immediately suggested shots at the bar.This time we chose a different club. Not Eclipse, with its shadowy corners and velvet ropes, but a place that was loud, bright, and unapologetically chaotic. Neon signs pulsed on purpose. Music that vibrated through the floor instead of lurking beneath it. The kind of space where no one watched anyone long enough for it

Alexander Li ChenThe man was already angling for position.I noticed the moment his stance changed. He was slower, deliberate, shoulders tightening as he checked over his shoulder once, then twice. He drifted toward the fire-escape ladder like it was coincidence, then slipped into the narrow gap between two dumpsters.I let my eyes lose focus, pretending to check my phone, but counted his steps as he tried to merge with the shadow between the battered green dumpster and the graffiti’d cinderblock wall. Classic move: disappear for a second, loop back on my six, and either run or gut me as I passed. He didn’t know who I was, of what I was made of. But he might’ve suspected by now, I’m not here just to take a leak behind the dumpster like a drunk man exiting a bar.He vanished into the slit of darkness.I didn’t follow. Not directly.I drifted closer and started to hear his irregulate breathing.There was a moment. A single, decisive beat when he realized his plan had failed, and I caug

Milena DragovicBreath in through the nose, out slow through the teeth. I shook the tension from my hands, then reset my stance. Left foot forward. Knees soft. I threw another punch, slower this time, focused.“Your shoulder’s still leading,” Alexander said, voice even but edged with the unmistakable note of disappointment. You don’t spend a childhood as a Dragovic and not learn to spot your own bad habits. But his eyes flicked across my stance.I started to wind up for another shot, but his hand interrupted, palm up, a stop sign.He didn’t touch me. Not at first.He hovered in the space just past my sleeve, so close that the hairs on my arm seemed to rise in anticipation.I felt a rush of heat from the proximity. Either from the heater in the gym or something more internal. I tensed, every muscle on a hair-trigger, waiting for whatever correction he decided to enforce.He waited, too. Not moving, not blinking. As if he wanted me to notice the boundary before he crossed it.“Here,” he

Milena DragovicHe hesitated.Then, with a subtle exhale that seemed to surrender both pride and will, he complied, letting the blindfold slip over his eyes. Some part of me wanted to believe I was the one in control, that this was a clinical exercise like any other, that my hands and words were calibrated only for healing. But I felt the weight of his situation in the air, wanting to test its limits.I stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. My body responded before my mind, pulse leaping in my throat, lungs constricting as if I’d just sprinted the length of the cage.“Now just listen, and turn toward my voice. Try to find me.” I said quietly.His head cocked at the sound, every muscle ready to react. Stillness settled so deep it almost felt as if the world itself paused to see how this would play out.I was talking to him, letting silence stretch. He was moving slowly, each time his reaction just slightly behind my movement or voice.I circled him again, car

Alexander Li ChenThe message came three days after the kiss.Not immediately. Not in the heat of consequence, which would have been sloppy. Whoever sent it understood patience. They waited until the city had settled back into routine, until my pulse had normalized, until even Rayven had stopped hovering quite so close.I was parked outside the gym, engine idling, windows cracked just enough to let in the low rumble of traffic, when my phone buzzed against my thighUnknown number. I didn’t open it right away, because that’s how you got caught. You learn early that urgency is a tell. Anyone trying to scare you wants a reaction. Anyone who waits wants leverage.Instead, I let my gaze drift to the rearview, where the same Honda idled at the curb. Its driver, a man built like an ungracious apology, did not look up from his phone.I unlocked the phone with my left hand, the right staying on the wheel.UNKNOWN: YOU’RE GETTING SLOPPY.No threat, no signature, no request for a reply. I read i