Chapter OneLaila’s POV“Please. Don’t do this to me.”My voice came out smaller than I wanted. Shaking. The kind of scared that lives in your throat and won’t let you breathe right.The liquor storage room smelled like cheap whiskey and dust and something sour underneath it all. One bare bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging just slightly, throwing shadows that moved like they were alive. The shelves on both sides were stacked floor to ceiling with bottles. No windows. One door. And Rico standing between me and it.There was nowhere to go.“Rico, please.” I pressed my back harder against the shelves. Glass clinked behind me. “You watched out for me when I first started here. You said I was like a little sister to you. You said that.”He laughed. Not a warm laugh. The kind that makes your skin crawl.“That was before you started walking around here like that with those huge boobs and wide sexy hips” His eyes moved over me slow , the way a man looks at something he has already decided b

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Chapter TwoLaila’s POVThe door didn’t open.It came off the wall.One second Rico was leaning over me, phone in hand, red camera light blinking. The next, wood cracked and the whole door swung back so hard it bounced off the shelf and sent three bottles crashing to the floor.The man who walked in wasn’t tall in a way that made you think model or athlete. He was tall in a way that made the room shrink. Big through the shoulders, a black jacket sitting on him like it was built for his frame. A cigar burned between two fingers, smoke curling lazy and slow like he had all the time in the world.He looked at Rico first.Then he looked at me.His eyes moved over the room fast. The broken glass. My torn skirt. My face. He took it all in and something behind his eyes went very, very flat.Rico straightened up and tried to look unbothered. “Private business, man. Walk away.”The man took one long drag of his cigar. Blew the smoke out slow . Set the cigar carefully on the edge of a shelf lik

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Chapter ThreeLaila’s POV“I need to thank him, Maya. That’s it. Just thank him.”Maya looked at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. She sat on the edge of my bed with her arms crossed and that expression she wore when she had already decided something was a bad idea but knew arguing with me was pointless.“You just went through something awful,” she said. “You don’t have to do anything tonight.”“I know I don’t have to.” I pulled the hoodie down over my head and pushed my arms through the sleeves. It was Darius’s old one, three sizes too big, faded grey, the kind of soft that only came from years of washing. I pulled the joggers up and tied the waist. “I want to.”She watched me walk to the mirror.I stood there for a second and looked at myself. Swollen cheek. Eyes still red and puffy. My hair pulled back because I hadn’t had the energy to do anything with it after the shower.And underneath the hoodie, even with all that fabric, I could still see the shape of me. The chest tha

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Chapter FourLaila’s POVMaya had my arm before I even took a step.“Don’t,” she said.“I’m not doing anything.”“You’re about to follow a man who just told you to stay away from him into a crowded bar.” She steered me back toward the stairs with the kind of grip that meant she was done discussing it. “Jacob will handle things down here. Come on.”I let her pull me up the stairs because my legs were still not fully reliable anyway and because part of me knew she was right. The smarter part. The part that wasn’t still feeling the warmth of his hand closing around mine.Maya tucked me back into my room, pulled the blanket up like I was twelve years old, and sat with me until her own eyes started going heavy. She was asleep before midnight, curled on the other side of my bed with one arm across my waist, the way she used to sleep over when we were kids and the world felt too big at night.I lay there and stared at the ceiling.The envelope sat on my vanity. Brown and thick and wrong feel

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Chapter 5Zane’s POVI sat at the bar counter with a fresh whiskey in front of me and a cigar burning low between my fingers. The ash tray was full. Smoke curled up slowly. The bartender kept his distance. Good. I didn’t want to have a conversation. I just wanted the burn in my throat and a minute to sit in my own lane.The curse never shut off. Heightened senses picked up every damn thing. Emotions rolled in like static on a bad radio. Right now the whole club fed me a mess of greed, lust, and desperation. I took a long drag on the cigar and let the smoke sit in my lungs. Rule number one: do not intervene. People made their own shit. I had plenty.But her signal cut through everything. Laila. That sharp spike of fear from earlier still lingered in my head. I tried to push it down. Drank more. Smoked harder. It didn’t fade. The frequency only got louder. I stubbed out the cigar, stood up, and moved before I could stop myself. Boots hit the floor heavy down the back hallway. The stor

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