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Chapter 81.Troy’s POVA few days later the whole thing was still sitting in my chest like something I couldn’t swallow.Stephen acted normal. As in wayyy… too normal. Same jokes at breakfast. Same stealing of the last energy drink. Same lazy stretch across the couch when we both should’ve been studying. He never brought the stream back up. That almost made it worse. Like he was waiting for me to crack first.I lasted until Sunday night. We were both on our beds. Lights low, phones out. I kept opening and closing the same app without reading anything.“Alright,” I said.Stephen looked over. “Alright what?”“One time. That’s it. Face stays covered the whole time.”He sat up slower than usual. No big reaction. Just a small nod like he’d already guessed I was gonna say it.“Cool. We can do it now if you want.”My stomach did that tight flip again. “Right now?”“Yeah. Chat’s usually active around this time.”I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at the wall for a second. “You’re reall

Chapter 83.Troy’s POVJust when I thought this wouldn’t get any worse, Stephen decided to surprise me with one of his ridiculous ideas.I walked into the room after class and he was already sitting cross-legged on his bed, phone in both hands, bouncing like he’d downed three energy drinks. The second he saw me he held the screen up.“You’re gonna lose your shit.”I dropped my bag. “What now?”“Biggest tipper just hit us up. He wants a private stream and he’s willing to drop TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. All at one time.”I stared at him. Then at the phone. Then back at him.“Bro. No.”Stephen’s face did that thing. Bottom lip pushed out. Eyes big. The exact same pout he used freshman year when he wanted the last slice of pizza.“Come on, Troy. Look at the number.”“I don’t care about the number.”“You’re lying.”“I’m not doing another one.”He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, still giving me the fake sad face. “It’s ten stacks. Split that and we’re both good for months. No more stressi

Chapter 85.Newton’s POV “You better have our money by the end of the week you punk.”That was the first thing out of their mouths this morning. The two big thugs that had just thrashed my house this morning. One had a gold chain that looked like it could choke a horse and the other kept cracking his knuckles like he was practicing for something. They stood on my porch like they owned the damn place and maybe they did by now. I had a split lip from last week’s visit and it still stung every time I talked. I kept my hands in my pockets so they would not see me squeezing my palms until the nails dug in. Anger’s been sitting hot in my chest these days. If I let it out I might swing and then I would be dead or worse.I nodded and gave them the usual excuse. Yeah. End of the week. Got it. They left after one more warning and a shove that made my shoulder hit the doorframe. I waited until their car turned the corner before I let out the breath I had been holding. My lip was bleeding agai

Chapter 87.Newton’s POV I showed up the next week like a man who had already lost the argument with himself.The private room felt smaller this time and there he was suit jacket open with his mask in place, watching the door like he had been counting the minutes. I stood just inside with my hands in my pockets and the words stuck somewhere between my chest and my mouth.He did not waste time.“I see you’ve decided.”It didn’t seem like a question to me so I nodded once. My voice came out steadier than I felt.“Yeah. I want the rest.” He stood, reached into his jacket, and set another fold of cash on the table. Thicker than last week. Then he tilted his head toward the door.“Car is outside. We are not doing this here.”I followed him out the back. No one stopped us. Carl caught my eye for half a second and looked away like he already knew. The ride was quiet as I watched the city lights slide past the windows. I kept my hands on my knees so he would not see them shake. We pulled u

Chapter 89.Newton’s POV I stood on the step and fixed my collar for the third time even though it was already straight.The door opened and it was my mom’s hubby that welcomed me in. Hank. Except that standing face to face with me was the man I’d started to screw. He wasn’t in a mask and he we weren’t in some rented apartment or something. I was standing face to face with the same sharp jaw. The same dark eyes. The same mouth that had been against my ear two weeks ago telling me to come for him. My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my knees.“The actual fuck,” I said under my breathe. “You’re the Hank?”His face did not move. Not even a flicker. He stepped aside like this was normal.“You must be Newton. Come in. Your mother is in the kitchen.”I walked past him because standing on the step any longer would have made me look like I was about to run. The apartment was clean. Quiet. Expensive in the same quiet way the rented place had been. Mom appeared with a glass of wine and