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Ink’s POV I stared at him, my chest heaving heavily. I was waiting for the last line. I was waiting for the moment Kaleb would laugh, stand up, and tell me it was all some sick joke. That the big, tough Vulture second in command was just here to mess with me again like old times. But he didn’t laugh. Kaleb stayed on the floor, his back against my dresser, looking completely shattered. His eyes were glassy and his hands were clenched so tight the veins stood out on his forearms. For the first time since I’d known him, he looked small. “You’re sorry?” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief and fresh rage. “You’re fucking sorry? Do you have any idea what that word means to me now?” He swallowed hard. “I know it’s not enough. Nothing I say will ever be enough. But I need you to hear it anyway. I’m sorry, Ink. I’m so goddamn sorry.” Tears burned hotter down my face. I hated crying in front of him. I hated how weak I felt right now. I was curled up like a beaten animal in my o

Percy’s POV (Ink) I sat there on the bed. I was already numb as I stared at Kaleb when he lowered my phone after that terrifying call. His words were still ringing in my ears — I loved you then. I still do. They sounded like poison wrapped in honey. Sweet enough to tempt, deadly enough to destroy what little was left of me. “I don’t forgive you,” I said finally, my voice flat and cold. “I’m not going to stand here and tell you it’s okay, or that your little confession makes up for anything. It doesn’t. You walked away that day. You loved me but still chose to leave me to those monsters. That kind of love? I don’t want it.” Kaleb’s shoulders slumped, but he didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly, his eyes full of pain. “I know. I wasn’t asking for forgiveness.” “Good. Because you’re never getting it.” The silence stretched between us again. My body felt heavy, disgusting, like their hands were still on me even after all these years. I needed to get clean. “I… I need to shower,” I mu

Corleone’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed, the rain tapping against the window like restless fingers that were trying to break in. I couldn’t wash away the memories that threatened to seize my breath. Girad. Even now, his name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and the past pulled me under again. It was a humid evening two years ago. The café lights glowed softly around us. I had been laughing at something my friend said when he walked in. He was tall, had sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. Girad carried himself like the room always belonged to him. Our eyes met across the crowded space, and he smiled. The same kind of smile that was slow, a confident smile that would eventually become my weakness. “You look like someone who doesn’t belong in ordinary places,” he said, sliding into the seat beside me without permission. His voice was smooth and dangerously charming. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I tucked a strand of hair b

Girad’s pov I slammed the apartment door so hard that the frame rattled and almost pierced open, the sound echoing through the empty rooms like a gunshot. Six weeks. Six fucking weeks since Corleone had slipped away like a ghost in the night, taking nothing but a small bag and that pathetic hidden train ticket I’d eventually found tucked in her old novel. The bed still smelled like her shampoo which included lavender and something sweet that always made my chest tighten in a good way. I stood in the middle of our living room, my fists clenched as I stared at the faded bruise mark on the wall where I’d punched it the night she left. “She’s mine,” I muttered to the silence. “She’ll always be mine.” My phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was an unknown number. I ignored it. Instead, I opened the folder on my laptop again where there were hundreds of photos of her. Corleone smiling at me on our first trip to the lake, her hair was being blown by the air, eyes full of that innoc

Corleone’s POV The cab ride back from the club felt endless. Every red light made my heart stutter in a weird way. I kept twisting in my seat, scanning the sidewalks through rain-streaked windows, convinced Girad’s shadow hid behind every stranger. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and fidgeting. Tears slipped down my cheeks as the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Percy sat beside me, her arm wrapped tightly around mine, holding me in place. “I can’t go back to my place tonight,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He knows where I live. He said he’s watching. He’ll be there.” “You’re staying with me,” Percy said firmly, squeezing my arm. “No arguments. The bed is yours as long as you need it.” When we finally reached her apartment, I collapsed onto the couch and let the sobs come out full force. The alcohol had worn off, leaving only raw fear and terror. “He found me so easily, Percy.” My sobs were louder than my words. “After everything, I dyed my hai