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Ninety One

AUTHOR'S POVFLASHBACK:Seven years ago. Eugene, Oregon.The rain never stopped. The sky hung low and gray, matching the oppressive, damp smell of the high school cafeteria. The linoleum floors were slick with tracked-in mud and spilled milk.Her name was Sarah. She was fifteen years old, carrying thirty extra pounds of baby fat she couldn't shed. Her skin broke out in painful, red cystic acne across her cheeks and forehead. Her hair was a frizzy, untamable mess that refused to lie flat, no matter how much cheap drugstore product she used. She wore oversized, faded hoodies, desperately trying to shrink into the background, praying to be invisible.But Athena Cole never let her be invisible.Athena was a hurricane of teenage rage. Dealing with a ruthless, demanding father who forced her into competitive hockey, Athena took her anger out on the easiest target in the room. She wore dark eyeliner, combat boots, and carried a mean, sharp cruelty that earned her a vicious group of followers

Ninety Two

ATHENA "Carter, your form is garbage!" I shouted over the blaring rap music pounding from the corner speakers. "Keep your back flat! You want a blown lumbar two weeks before the playoffs?"Carter groaned, dropping the loaded hex bar onto the rubber mats with a loud crash. He leaned over his knees, chest heaving. "Coach, my spine is dust. The vibes are rancid in here today.""Playoffs don't care about your vibes," I fired back, pointing the pen directly at him. "They care about endurance. Get some water and give me three more sets. Form check on every rep."Moving down the line of machines, I watched the guys push through the circuit. We were closing in on the Denver away-game qualifier. The pressure felt like a physical weight crushing the oxygen out of the building. We needed stamina. We needed raw, undeniable power.My eyes landed on the far corner bench press.Jeremiah lay flat beneath the Olympic barbell. He had four heavy iron plates loaded on each side. Three hundred and fiftee

Ninety Three

ATHENASoon, his cock pressed against my entrance through the thin fabric of my shorts. I was soaked.From the water. From him. From the days of not having him.I reached down, fumbled with his button, his zipper. He did not wait. He pushed my shorts aside, lined himself up, and drove his dick into my cunt in one stroke.“Fuck!”I cried out. The sound echoed off the tiles, lost in the hiss of the spray. He was so deep. So full. The stretch burned in the best way, the way that reminded me I was alive, that I was his, that none of the silence of the last three days mattered because this was real.He started moving. Hard. Fast. His hips slapped against mine, the water splashing between us. His forehead was pressed against mine, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on."Don't ever leave again," I said. My voice broke on the last word.He did not answer. He just fucked me harder.The pressure built in my gut, hot and sharp. My nails dug in

Ninety Four

AUTHOR'S POVPulling up to the red curb outside the campus athletic center, the lead driver killed the engine. He stepped out onto the concrete to open the rear passenger door.Arthur Ashford stepped into the afternoon heat. The reception staff offered panicked whispers, but nobody stepped into his path to stop him.Reaching the faculty lounge, he pushed the door open. The room sat empty. The air smelled of burnt coffee and whiteboard markers. A long oak table dominated the center of the space.Arthur walked to the head of the table. He set his leather briefcase down, unbuttoning his suit jacket. He took a seat. Resting his hands flat against the wood, he waited. The girl would come. She always sought coffee after the morning drills. He had her schedule. He had her financial records. He had every intimate detail of her pathetic life.ATHENASweat glued my t-shirt to my spine. Practice ran an hour long. I pushed the defensive line through brutal transition drills until they begged fo

Ninety Five

AUTHOR’S POVTessa leaned against the laminated wood of her dorm desk, staring at the closed bathroom door. The steady hum of the exhaust fan barely muffled the sound of Athena pacing back and forth on the tile inside.Unlocking her phone, Tessa tapped through her contacts until she found Jeremiah's name. She hit call and pressed the phone tight against her ear.It rang twice before his deep voice cut through the line. "What's up, Tessa?""Hey, so, don't freak out," Tessa whispered, keeping her eye on the bathroom knob. "But Athena is acting totally unhinged right now. Like terrified."The line went silent for two seconds. "What do you mean terrified? Did someone talk to her?""I don't know, man! She bolted into the dorm ten minutes ago like she was being hunted by a hitman," Tessa said, her voice rising in pitch. "She made me lock the deadbolt and draw the blackout blinds. She won't tell me anything, but she is shaking so bad she can barely hold her water bottle. It's horrific.""I'm

Ninety Six

JEREMIAH The security guard in the lobby of the Ashford Tower didn't even try to stop me.Recognizing my face, he simply tapped his access card against the VIP turnstile and let me pass. Riding the private elevator sixty floors up, the pressure built in my ears, but it was nothing compared to the roaring, lethal rage pounding against my ribs.The doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the marble foyer of Arthur's private corporate suite. His executive assistant, an older woman in a sharp gray skirt suit, stood up from her mahogany desk with wide eyes."Jeremiah, wait, he is in a private meeting—"Ignoring her, I kicked the heavy double doors open.The wooden panels slammed against the interior walls with a deafening crash, echoing through the massive glass office. Arthur sat behind his polished glass desk, a fountain pen in his hand, reviewing a stack of real estate contracts. He didn't jump. He didn't even look startled. He just slowly capped his pen and set it down."Get ever

Ninety Seven

ATHENAI tightened my nose at the smell of bleach and rubbing alcohol that hung heavy in the fourth-floor corridor of Saint Vincent’s Medical Center.Stepping past the nurses' station, my hand stayed locked in Jeremiah's grip. When we got there, Jeremiah pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside first to hold it for me.Talia lay in the center of the room, her bed propped up at a slight incline. Thick white bandages wrapped around her forehead, covering the deep surgical incisions, and a navy blue sling immobilized her left shoulder. Monitors beeped in a steady, rhythmic cadence behind her. Her skin looked pale, but her eyes were open, focused, and sharp as ever."Look who finally decided to show up," Talia said, her voice raspy and low, but carrying that familiar, sarcastic edge.A massive, breathless laugh escaped my throat. I rushed to the side of the bed, carefully leaning over the railing to wrap my arms around her right shoulder, avoiding her neck and injuries."You're awake,

Ninety Eight

ATHENA Gripping the door handle of Jeremiah's SUV, I stood my ground, refusing to get into the passenger seat. He stood across from me, his massive frame blocking the open driver's door, his jaw locked in a rigid line."Jeremiah, stop moving for one second," I said, my voice tight. "Look at me. We cannot go down this road.""She put Talia in a hospital bed, Athena," Jeremiah replied, his deep voice carrying a lethal edge that echoed against the concrete ceiling. "She tried to ruin your career with a forged contract. She sent a creep to stand in the bushes outside my car to take photos of us. How much more do you want to ignore?""I am not ignoring it!" I shouted, stepping around the hood of the car to stand directly in front of him. "I want her held accountable! But throwing gasoline on a fire doesn't put it out. We give Talia's statement to the detectives. We let the system work."Jeremiah let out a harsh, dry laugh. "The system? Her dad owns half the commercial real estate in South

Ninety Nine

JEREMIAHMy vision tunneled. The glowing screen in my hand felt like a live grenade.WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.The crude, photoshopped image burned into my retinas, but the sick, mocking caption written across her chest snapped the last remaining shred of my restraint.Grabbing Donovan by the front of his gray hoodie, I twisted the fabric tight into my fist."Hey! Ashford, chill!" Donovan panicked, his hands flying up in a useless gesture of surrender."Chill?" I shoved him backward, driving his body through the swinging double doors of the locker room.He stumbled into the humid space, his heavy boots catching on the rubber mats. He hit a wooden bench hard enough to rattle the metal lockers bolted to the far wall.The room went dead silent. Two dozen guys stopped unlacing their skates, dropping their tape rolls and water bottles. The faint sound of rap music playing from a portable speaker in the corner felt violently out of place."Jeremiah?" Carter stood up, dropping his chest pad o

Hundred

JEREMIAH Pulling up to the address Silas provided, I killed the headlights and cut the engine.The house was a sprawling, modern monstrosity made of glass and concrete, tucked behind a tall security hedge. Three luxury cars sat parked in the wide circular driveway. Sitting on the hood of a white Range Rover, a guy holding a glowing vape pen stared down at his phone. He wore a backward snapback and a designer windbreaker, laughing at whatever played on his screen.Tyler Vance.Stepping out of the SUV, I closed the door with a soft click. The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the boiling rage expanding in my chest. I crossed the dark street, my boots making zero noise on the smooth asphalt.Tyler didn't look up until I cleared the edge of the driveway. He jumped slightly, dropping the vape into his lap, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out my face in the shadows."Yo, bro," Tyler called out, his voice thick with unearned arrogance. "Private property. You lost

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