"Miss, could you help me?"A slightly frail, middle-aged voice startled me, and I looked up to see an elderly woman with graying hair and pleading eyes."How can I help you?" I asked politely.."Oh, I was hoping you could buy me a cup of coffee," she said, catching me off guard and stirring a bit of pity in me. "I haven't had one in so long because I don't have any money."Without thinking, I nodded. "Of course.""Thank you," she replied, gesturing to the chair across from me. "Could I sit here to drink it?"Since I was already getting her the coffee, letting her sit didn't seem like a big deal. But just as I was about to agree, Jace's voice cut in."Excuse me, ma'am, would you mind taking a seat elsewhere?"I looked up, startled to see him still there. I thought he'd left.Before I could fully process it, Jace had guided the woman to another table, slipped some cash into her hand, and sent her on her way.I watched, puzzled, as she walked off without even looking at the coff
"Did you get a ticket for the game?" Jace asked, smoothly dodging whatever I'd been about to say."Not yet. Got any extras? I'll buy one off you," I shot back, not even trying to play coy.Why take the long way when there's a shortcut?Jace just laughed. "I have some, but they're not for sale."He pulled out two tickets from his pocket. "These are reserved for me. Steve hooked me up a while ago."My heart did a little flip. Steve hadn't exactly called to invite me, but he'd saved me tickets anyway. Maybe he was hoping I'd show up?I took the tickets from Jace. "Mind if I grab one more?"Jace paused, then finally pulled out another."You're like a walking ticket booth," I teased, slipping the extra ticket into my pocket.He just smirked, brushing it off. Honestly, I had no clue what else to say to him.Just then, Wade appeared with Yuna, pushing her suitcase. Yuna walked next to him, a little shy but totally glowing. The two of them had this cute vibe going on."Looks like my
It was clear Jace had a reason for telling me all this.His gaze darkened. "Hayden shouldn't have rushed things with Bruno. He should've checked out who he was dealing with first."I got what he meant, but I couldn't help the mocking smile that crept onto my face. "So, what are you saying? That because Bruno's got connections, I should've just tolerated his harassment? Let him walk all over me?"Jace paused, looking a little thrown by the accusation. "That's not what I meant.""I don't think Hayden did anything wrong," I shot back. "Bruno got exactly what he deserved."For a second, Jace looked... almost helpless. "I'm just saying there were other ways to handle it—ways that wouldn't have put you in a vulnerable position. It's not a criticism of Hayden, just the facts."I took a breath, trying not to assume the worst about his intentions. "What's done is done. Talking about it now won't change anything. Bruno's target is me, and if Hayden hadn't stepped in, Bruno would've only go
"Steve's safe for now," Jace said, leaving me puzzled.He explained, "Quartz Cue pretends to be just a cue sports club, but they're deep in illegal betting. Their original plan was to take down Steve to keep their championship status and rake in the gambling profits."I'd heard rumors about underground betting, but snooker? Really?"When they couldn't get to Steve directly," Jace went on, "they switched it up. They're betting big on him, shifting the odds in his favor. If he wins, it looks like they lose—except they're making secret deals to make way more on the back end."I shivered. Something as simple as Steve's snooker career had turned into this dark web of schemes and shady money moves.Steve once told me he started playing because he loved it—like, genuinely loved it. He wanted to prove that someone from our country could go global. Knowing he was just a pawn now... I couldn't imagine how crushed he'd feel."Does Steve have any clue about this?" I asked, feeling a weight i
Should I?Even after everything Jace had said, I wasn't sure.He was watching me, waiting for an answer, eyes steady and patient. Finally, I said, "Let me check with Hayden."His expression shifted, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, but he nodded and stepped back, giving me space.It wasn't that I didn't trust Jace. I did. But I trusted Hayden completely. I just needed to hear it from him.When he picked up, Hayden's voice was low, calm—the kind that could make my heart skip a beat without trying. "Something wrong?" he asked, like he already sensed it.I swallowed, forcing myself to sound steady. "Hayden, there are two people watching me from my hotel café. Are they with you?""Table 3A?" he asked, not missing a beat. I glanced over; that was exactly where they were sitting.Even from a distance, he knew everything going on around me, down to the tiniest detail.There was no need to explain that Jace was here. Clearly, Hayden already knew, which saved me from spelli
The burning ache in my throat spread straight to my heart. As silence hung on Hayden's end, I forced myself to say, "I won't bother you while you're picking out rings. Goodbye."Then I hung up, pressing the button so hard it felt like I was crushing my own heart along with the call.I stood there, frozen, until Jace walked over. The second he got close, I dropped my head and hurried toward the elevator. "Wait here. I'm just going to pack my things," I mumbled as I passed him."I'll go up with you," he said."There's no need. I can handle it myself," I replied, voice sharper than I intended, quickening my pace.But Jace followed anyway. "What's wrong?"He could tell something was off.The bitterness clawing at my chest nearly broke me then and there. I felt myself on the edge, seconds from falling apart, from letting everything spill out in front of him.But I couldn't. Not in front of Jace.When I'd chosen to be with Hayden, I'd been so sure, practically bragging to Jace that
Sometimes people just... zone out. And right now, that was me.Normally, I'd be halfway to the door by now, maybe screaming a little. But instead, I just sat there, curled up on the floor, blinking up at him and asking who he was."Feeling heartbroken, are we?" he asked. His face was intense—chiseled jaw, deep-set eyes, high cheekbones. He looked like someone straight out of a movie, and apparently, he could see right through me."Who are you?" I asked again, still dazed.Then, like a lightbulb flicking on, I remembered what Jace had told me about the leader of Quartz Cue.Only, I'd imagined someone totally different—rough, kinda brutal-looking, like Thorsten. But this guy? He was almost elegant, in that rugged, model-like way.If I'd seen him on the street, I'd probably think he was a Calvin Klein ad or something.And then I remembered Jace had said something about the leader of Quartz Cue being injured, so I squinted, looking him over. But I didn't see any scars or bandages. J
Just as I opened my mouth to call back, Hernan leaned close, voice low in my ear. "If I let him in, what makes you think I wouldn't just take both of you?"He was trying to mess with my head, make me too scared to fight back."Rea?" Jace called again, his voice sharper now, more urgent.I couldn't just sit there. So I did the first thing that popped into my head—I bit down on his hand, hard.Hernan jerked back, his grip loosening just enough for me to break free. I bolted for the door, yelling, "Jace, help—!"But then I felt a chill against my neck, and before I could react... everything went black.***When I woke up, the room was pitch-black, with just a few dim floor lights casting eerie shadows. I was lying on a soft bed, wrapped in blankets.The last few minutes before I'd blacked out hit me in a flash. Heart pounding, I threw back the covers, checking my clothes.Seeing I was in a random set of pajamas, a chill ran through me. I barely had time to process it before the d