All Chapters of Untamed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

JORDYNDon’t look so wary, Jord. It’s one drink!” Bianca chirps, radiant and annoyingly persuasive.Enzo gathers us all into a semi-formal circle of forced camaraderie—his bride, my parents, me, and the ever-brooding Matteo. There’s something ritualistic about it, like we’re part of a ceremony to summon the god of awkward family bonding through liquor.The air’s warm and humid, thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp tang of freshly poured drinks. Twinkling fairy lights flicker overhead like they’re watching me make bad decisions in real time.With a sigh that’s basically an exorcism, I reach for the tiny glass of amber liquid. I bring it to my nose and sniff. Almonds. Cherry. Possibly regret.“What is this?” I ask, peering into the glass like it might whisper back.I swore off hard liquor after an unfortunate incident at seventeen involving too many vodka shots, a karaoke rendition of “Like a Virgin", and three days of lying in bed convinced my brain was leaking. Turns out, I’m a l

JORDYNThe morning after Enzo and Bianca’s wedding is chaotic in the best way. Loud, bright, and brimming with laughter. The Russo manor hums with energy while we gather around the grand dining table, plates overflowing with lavish Italian breakfast spreads. Sunlight pours in through the tall windows like nature’s Instagram filter. Honestly, it’s almost suspicious how perfect everything looks.At the head of the table is Luciano Russo. Enzo’s father. Silent, but somehow louder than everyone else combined. My parents sit beside Bianca and Enzo, all still glowing from last night’s fairytale. And then there’s Matteo and me, sitting side by side and pretending our knees haven’t been bumping like nervous passengers in a turbulence zone.I lift my porcelain cup, inhale the perfect scent of latte, and take a slow, dramatic sip while observing Luciano. He’s dressed in a charcoal suit sharper than my sarcasm, silver streaking through perfectly styled hair, his expression carved from stone.The

AREŚThe water is freezing, but I barely feel it.All I can feel is her. Small and weightless, pressed against me, trembling like a goddamn leaf. I hold her tighter than I should, tighter than I mean to...like if I loosen my grip, even slightly she’ll slip away again.What the fuck was she thinking? Throwing herself into the pool fully clothed and half-drunk. What if I hadn’t been home. What if I’d spotted her a minute later. She would have fucking drowned. I would have been dragging her cold, dead body out of the water, and that thought angers me more than I’d like to admit.For a moment, neither of us moves. She just looks at me, utterly broken and lost, as though she’s already halfway gone.And for the first time in longer than I can remember, something sharp pinches in my chest. A crack I didn’t even know was still there.Fuck. The devastation in her eyes feels like a punch straight to the ribs.And you want to know the real kicker? I can’t fucking stand it.Those blue eyes of her