All Chapters of Four Night Stand: Puck Me Zaddies: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-One: What He KnowsAria's Pov The house didn’t feel violated in any obvious way. Nothing was broken. Nothing was out of place. That was what made it worse. When Elliot said my file had been breached, I expected something tangible drawers pulled open, papers missing, proof that someone had crossed the threshold. Instead, everything looked exactly as it had before, which meant the damage wasn’t physical.It was informational.Julian didn’t ask how Elliot knew. He trusted the conclusion enough to move straight to consequences. Cassian reacted faster, pacing once before stopping like he was forcing himself not to explode. Rowan stayed where he was, watching all of us instead of the room, like he was measuring reactions more than threats.Elliot explained without drama.Someone had accessed internal records that weren’t supposed to leave the club’s system. Not just schedules or payments, but background notes. Behavioral summaries. Adjustments that had been logged quietly ov

Chapter Twenty-Three: Pressure PointsAria's Pov Julian ended the meeting without escalation. Without agreement. Without warning. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t negotiate. He made it clear that further contact would change the nature of the situation in ways the man wouldn’t control.The man smiled again, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“You’re choosing a side.”Julian’s reply was immediate.“I already did.”We left before the man could say anything else.The drive home was silent. Not tense. Focused. Elliot confirmed what we already suspected as soon as we were inside. The man had moved. Not physically. Strategically. He had started shifting resources, making calls, applying pressure where it would ripple outward instead of collapsing inward.Cassian finally spoke once we were inside.“This ends badly.”Julian met his gaze.“Only if we let him dictate terms.”My phone buzzed again.This time, the message wasn’t from an unknown number.It was from the club.We need to talk. Immediately.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Day We Don’t Show UpAria's Pov I didn’t go to the club.That choice felt heavier than any threat that had come before it. By morning, the decision had already settled into the house like a rule no one questioned. Julian didn’t explain it again. He didn’t need to. Cassian stayed close without hovering. Rowan remained visible, steady. Elliot monitored everything without saying what he was watching.Silence became the tactic.The first message arrived before noon.You’re late.I ignored it.The second came twenty minutes later.This isn’t how this works.Julian glanced at my phone and nodded once. He didn’t say anything. The absence of instruction was deliberate. If I responded now, it would confirm that he still controlled the pace.By early afternoon, Elliot confirmed the shift. The club had noticed. Not panicking. Not yet. Just enough internal movement to suggest questions were being asked by people who didn’t like surprises.The car returned across the stre

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Back Into ShapeAria's Pov The hardest part about returning to normal was realizing how much effort it took to pretend nothing had changed. People talked about routine like it was automatic, like once danger passed, the body knew how to relax again. Mine didn’t. It had learned caution too well.Classes filled my days again. Lectures blurred together. Notes piled up in my bag. I sat in the same seats I always had, listened to the same voices, watched the same doors. Nothing happened. That should have been comforting. Instead, it felt unreal, like the world was daring me to believe it.The boys adjusted faster than I did.Cassian slipped back into his usual rhythm easily. He joked, complained, made noise where silence used to sit. Rowan kept busy, spending more time out of the house, returning with that familiar calm that told me he felt things deeply but quietly. Elliot resumed his work without hovering, his attention no longer fixed on invisible threats.Julian

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Closed DoorsAria's Pov I didn’t come out of my room for the rest of the afternoon.At first, it was just because I didn’t feel like talking. Then it became something heavier. The kind of silence you choose because words feel dangerous, because if you let them out, they might come out wrong. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the same moments over and over again until they blurred together.Selena’s face, her smile.The way she spoke my name like it still belonged to her.I hated how easily she had undone me. Not because she was right, but because she knew where to hit. She always had. Back then, when we were still friends, she used to joke that she understood me better than anyone else. I used to believe that was a good thing.Now I know better.I turned onto my side and pulled my pillow closer, not for comfort but for grounding. My chest felt tight, like anger had nowhere to go and nowhere to settle. I wasn’t sad. That was the worst part. I was f