All Chapters of He Wants Me Dead Or Alive : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Thank you for following Raffaele and Rosa's story, since there's the question of Kylie and and Luca's meeting, I've decided to write about it.Luca's POVThe criminal law common room was quiet for once.First week of university and most people were still figuring out where their classes were, which buildings connected to which, which coffee carts were worth standing in line for. I had been here for three days and I had already mapped the fastest routes between all seven buildings I needed, identified the least crowded study spots, and learned the names of everyone in my tutorial section. That was what I did. I watched. I learned. I prepared.I was sitting in the corner with my notes spread out in front of me, not reading them exactly, just holding the space. The room was half full. People came and went. I noticed most of them without trying. The girl who cried during her first torts lecture. The guy who wore the same hoodie every day and never spoke to anyone. The professor's son who

Kylie's POVWednesday morning was cold and I had not slept well.I had been thinking about the library and the highlighter and the way his hand had reached across the table without looking. I told myself I was being ridiculous. He was just a guy who caught a falling object. It did not mean anything. I needed to focus on my classes and stop thinking about strangers with nice hands.The coffee cart outside the faculty building had a line that wrapped around the corner. I got in line and pulled out my phone and scrolled through nothing while I waited. The woman in front of me was arguing with the vendor about oat milk. The man in front of her was wearing the same hoodie as half the campus. I was not paying attention to anyone.Then I looked up and saw the back of his head.Dark hair. Messy in a way that looked intentional. Broad shoulders under a black jacket. He was standing three people ahead of me in line and he had not seen me yet and I had a choice. I could say nothing and let him o

Kylie's POVThe group project was assigned on a Monday and I saw his name next to mine and I felt something in my chest do a small flip that I did not invite.I met Rosa on the first day of school. She was sitting in the back of the criminal procedure lecture hall with her arms crossed and her face closed off like she was already done with everyone in the room. Everyone else was making friends and swapping numbers and she was just sitting there, watching, like she was waiting for something to happen. I sat down next to her because the seat was open and because she looked like she needed someone to sit next to her even if she would never admit it. We had been friends ever since. She was cold and guarded and she kept everyone at a distance and for some reason she had decided I was allowed to stay.I texted her the second I saw the group list."That criminal law guy is in my group."She texted back. "Which one."I stared at my phone. Which one. There was only one criminal law guy I ever

Luca's POVTuesday afternoons she was in the forensics lab.I knew this because I knew her schedule, the way I knew most things about her, the way I had been collecting information since the first week of university. It was not stalking. It was attention. There was a difference. I did not follow her. I did not watch her through windows or track her phone or any of the things that would have made me what people called dangerous. I just paid attention. I noticed. I remembered.She was not in the forensics lab on this Tuesday afternoon.I walked past the lab on my way to the criminal law library and the door was closed and the lights were on but she was not inside. I could see through the window in the door. Her usual bench was empty. Her equipment was not there. She had not shown up or she had left early or something had happened.I did not think about whether I should look for her. I just looked.The building had four floors and a basement and a stairwell at each end. I checked the eas

Kylie's POVWe were in the library on a Thursday night. The same corner table. The same lamp. The same two coffees, one on his side and one on mine, because he had started bringing me one without asking and I had stopped pretending I did not expect it.The project was coming together. We had divided the sections and written the drafts and merged them into a single document that somehow sounded like one person had written it instead of two. He was precise and organized and he did not complain when I moved his paragraphs around. I was thorough and detail oriented and I did not complain when he cut whole sections of my writing because they were not relevant.We worked well together. That was the problem. We worked too well together and I spent too much time looking at his hands and not enough time looking at my notes.He was reading something on his laptop. I was reading something on mine. The library was quiet and the city was dark outside the windows and everything was normal.Then som