Yes, I was reminding him. I didn't want him getting any ideas. But I wasn't in the mood for a fight either, so I matched his serious tone."Jace, I flew all the way here. Do you really want to start an argument right now?"He went quiet, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something snarky, but all he said was, "Give me your luggage."I handed him my suitcase without a second thought, and we walked out of the airport together in silence.Since he didn't bring up Steve's situation, I decided to. "So, what's going on with Steve? What's this fight about?""He's still in detention. No visitors allowed right now," Jace said, making me frown.So my trip here was basically pointless? The whole reason I came was because Jace said Steve was losing it, and I thought I could help."But I'm working on it. You'll see him soon," Jace added, switching up the vibe.I ignored that and pushed for more info. "Why'd Steve get into a fight?""It happened during practice. The guy's name is Dan
Jace let out a short laugh. "So, you really do resent me, huh?""I wouldn't go that far," I said, though we both knew there was some truth in it. "But yeah, there's definitely a bit of an imbalance. You wasted ten years of my life—my time, my emotions." Since we were already on the subject, I wasn't holding back."And what about my ten years?" he said quietly, his voice low. "Rea, I loved you all those years, too. I gave you my heart."I met his eyes for a second, then looked away. "I'm not denying that. But the second you slept with Tanya, everything you gave? Gone. You wiped it all out yourself."Jace's jaw clenched in frustration. "Even criminals get parole, chances to redeem themselves. Why can't I get one?""Because with me, there are no second chances," I said just as the food arrived.He clearly wanted to keep talking, but I wasn't having it. "If you want me to actually eat this, drop the past."His eyes darkened, but he stayed quiet.We ate in near silence, neither of u
I was sitting on the hotel balcony, staring out at the rain when Hayden's video call flashed on my screen.There's something about a foreign city that makes everything feel kind of...lonely. Especially when it's pouring.As I sat there, the conversation I'd overheard played on repeat in my head. And suddenly, Jace's weird questions about Hayden made sense. Not to mention why Kylian had been acting so weird around him.Hayden wasn't just some regular guy.He was from that Hart family.I thought he was just your average guy-next-door, and now it turns out he was some secret heir to a filthy rich, powerful family. Like, for real?What was this? Some undercover billionaire thing? Was he scared I'd stick around just because of his money?A bitter laugh escaped me as I grabbed my phone, which had been buzzing nonstop at my feet.Hayden's face filled the screen—handsome as ever. "Kiki, I can explain."He must've seen the call log. Of course he knew I overheard everything."Explain w
My chest tightened. "Alright, what time tomorrow?" I asked."Not sure yet. Just keep your phone close," Hayden paused, then, more casually, "Have you eaten?""Yeah, I ate with Jace," I replied, totally innocent, no hidden meaning behind it.There wasn't any reason for him to think otherwise. After all, he's the one who had Jace looking after me.Sure enough, Hayden didn't make a big deal of it. He just moved on. "What did Jace say about Steve?""He said he's working on getting me in to see him, but nothing beyond that," I replied, keeping it simple."Jace knows Steve's teammates pretty well. He might be able to get some leads from them," Hayden added. I didn't say anything, and he didn't push it.Silence settled between us. It felt strange—this had never happened during our calls before.I broke it, glancing out the window. "It's raining here. Like, really hard.""I can hear it," Hayden said, and that's when I realized—I'd had my phone facing up the whole time. He wasn't even
[Contact me as soon as possible.]That was Cedric's reply.I quickly typed back, [Okay,] but as soon as I hit send, something felt... off.He said "as soon as possible", and it hit me with this weird sense of urgency. Why was it so pressing?I tried sending another message: [If it's more convenient, you can send me photos or any documents you have.]No response. It was like my message just disappeared into the void.That's how it always went with this police officer—dude was elusive. Unless he reached out first, it was nearly impossible to get a hold of him.Thinking about my parents' accident, that unsettled feeling only grew darker.That night, I couldn't sleep.I didn't know if it was the unfamiliar place or all the stuff swirling in my head, but I tossed and turned for hours.The next morning, Jace noticed instantly. "Rough night?" he asked."I'm fine," I snapped, way too defensive.It was pride talking—that breakup kind of pride where you don't want anyone, especially
Hayden didn't push the conversation further. He must've sensed that I was still upset.When I finally saw Steve, he was in a prison jumpsuit, his once stylish hair shaved down to almost nothing. I'd never seen him like that before. It almost brought tears to my eyes.Steve had clawed his way up to success, earning a spot in Jace's circle purely on his own. But now, everything he worked for could be destroyed."Steve," I called softly.He looked up and smiled. "What are you doing here?"That smile—same as always, like nothing could break him. No matter what, Steve always had a bright smile for me, like his world was all sunshine.I couldn't speak for a moment, and he laughed. "What? Do I look so bad you don't even wanna talk to me?"I shook my head. Jace said Steve had been in a bad place, but here he was, still smiling like nothing was wrong. But I knew better. He was putting on a show, hiding his pain for my sake."You'll always be handsome," I teased, playing along.He let o
As I stepped out of the holding room, Steve's desperate shouts were still ringing in my ears.Jace wasn't wrong—Steve's emotions were a mess. One second he was frantic, the next totally defeated. But his last words stuck with me the most: "Rea, I can't stay here. I'm innocent."It broke my heart.The moment I stepped outside, Jace was already heading my way. He took one look at me and reached out, steadying me. "You look pale. Did Steve say something?"Thinking about Steve's warning, I said, "Let's get in the car. I'll explain on the way."Steve had told me to leave as soon as possible, and I got why—Quartz Cue probably had eyes on us. He was scared someone would see me, and I'd be next in line for trouble.Jace rushed me into the car, handing me a bottle of water. "Take a second."I ignored the water and said, "Steve says he's being framed." I ran through everything Steve had told me, ending with, "He said these people are ruthless. We might not be safe here either—"Before I
With a final shudder, the car came to a halt, and the world fell into this suffocating silence.It was so still, it felt like time itself had stopped.For a second, I didn't even realize I was still alive. When I tried to move, nothing happened. My body just... refused.I tried harder and heard a faint groan. "Don't... move..."Everything was still dark. Not because it was night, but because my eyes were covered—blood? Dirt? I had no idea."Jace," I called."I'm... here," Jace's voice came from right in front of me, but it was weak and fading."Get off me, I can't breathe," I muttered, trying to wriggle out, not even registering how hurt he might be.Jace shifted, just enough for me to pull my face away from his chest. That's when I saw the mess—the car was wrecked, crushed beyond recognition. The driver wasn't moving, blood everywhere.Panic flooded my chest. "Jace! Jace!" I shouted, my heart racing as I looked at him.His face was smeared with blood.This was bad. Jace was