All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

  Ryker’s POV The key was still where we always left it—tucked under the faded welcome mat that had long since lost its color and purpose. I stood there for a second, staring at the door.It felt… strange. Like I had stepped out of one life and into another entirely, and now I was being forced back into the old one whether I liked it or not. My grip tightened around the key before I slid it into the lock and turned.The door creaked open.And immediately— The smell hit me.“Jesus… It was thick. Stale. A mix of sweat, alcohol, something rotten, and something I didn’t even want to identify. It clung to the air like it had been sitting there for days… maybe weeks. I stepped inside slowly, my nose wrinkling, my stomach twisting.The

Ryker’s POV(A few weeks later.)“I still don’t understand why you have to go back so soon.”My mom’s voice followed me around the house as I zipped up my bag. She stood by the doorway, arms folded, eyes scanning me like I was making the worst decision of my life.“School resumed, Mom,” I said simply, not looking at her. “I can’t just stay here forever.”She scoffed loudly.“School, school, school. As if all that nonsense is going to change anything.”I paused for a second, then continued packing.“It will,” I said. “That’s the point.”“Oh please,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I dropped out and look—I’m still alive. You think those rich kids there care about you? You think you belong there?”I sighed softly, dragging my bag to the edge of the couch.“It’s not about them,” I said. “It’s about me.”She laughed, but nothing about the moment was funny.“And what exactly are you going to do, huh? Since you have everything all figured out.”“I’m going to be a lawyer.”The silence that

Leonardo’s POV“Leonardo, are you even listening to me?”I blinked.Catherine was looking up at me, her lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Of course,” I said automatically. “You were saying something about the architecture building.”She tilted her head slightly.“I was saying this is the third time you’ve shown me the same place.”Right.I exhaled quietly, shoving my phone back into my pocket.“Then consider it a thorough tour,” I replied flatly.She laughed softly, linking her arm through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.It wasn’t.Nothing about this was.We started walking again, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement while I scanned the crowd without meaning to.Students.Groups.Noise.Faces.None of them were the one I was looking for.My hand slipped into my pocket again, fingers brushing against my phone.Still nothing.No messages.No missed calls.Nothing from him.My jaw tightened.“You know,” Catherine said lightly, gl

Ryker’s POVThe club was loud.The kind of loud that didn’t just fill your ears it crawled into your bones and stayed there.Lights flashed in violent colors purple, blue, red cutting through the dark like blades. The bass thumped so hard it felt like it was punching straight through my chest, syncing with my heartbeat until I couldn’t tell which was which anymore.People were everywhere.Dancing.Laughing.Shouting over the music.Bodies pressed together like nothing else in the world mattered.Like classes weren’t starting in a few days.Like responsibilities didn’t exist.Like life was just… this.For a second, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.How was everyone so normal?How was everyone just… okay?I leaned back against the bar, fingers loosely wrapped around the small glass in my hand.The liquid inside it burned slightly, even before I drank it.“Drink,” Ronaldo said, nudging my shoulder lightly.I glanced at him.He was watching me closely.Too closely.“I am drinking,” I mut

 Leonardo’s POV The last thing I wanted right now was to be here.The music was loud—too loud—vibrating through the floor, crawling up my spine like something invasive. Lights flashed in obnoxious colors, bodies pressed against each other like they had nothing better to do with their existence. It was suffocating.I exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “I told you you’d like it,” Catherine said beside me, her voice bright, almost musical.I didn’t respond. I wanted to leave.But of course, I couldn’t.Because Catherine didn’t just suggest things—she maneuvered them. She knew exactly what to say, exactly who to tell. One wrong move and my father would hear about it before I even stepped out of the building. And I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him tonight.So here I was.Standing in a