I walked.I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t care. I just needed to move, needed to put as much distance between myself and Sienna as possible before I said something I couldn’t take back.The halls of Ridgecrest blurred around me, students shifting in my peripheral vision. I could hear their voices—some laughing, some whispering—but none of it registered.All I could hear was her voice.“My father owed Matteo a debt.”It replayed in my head like a slow-motion car crash, twisting and distorting until it was the only thing I could think about. The only thing I could feel.My father.Her father.Connected in a way neither of us had ever spoken about.Because she hid it from me.And I let her in anyway.The thought made me sick.I reached the field before I realized where my feet had taken me. The empty bleachers loomed in front of me, and for a second, I almost turned back. But my body was too wired, my hands shaking with the kind of anger that needed an outlet.So I walked straigh
The moment Luca walked away, the air in my room felt thinner.Like he’d taken every ounce of oxygen with him.Like he’d taken me with him.I stood there for a long time, staring at the closed door, trying to breathe past the tightness in my chest.But the panic had already settled.He knew.I had spent months, months, trying to keep this secret buried. I had convinced myself that if I just played my cards right, if I stayed quiet, if I did everything I could to keep my head down, I could outrun the inevitable.But there was no outrunning Luca Russo.And now that he knew, everything was going to change.I sat down on the edge of my bed, my hands shaking as I pressed my fingers to my temples. My brain was already spiraling through the worst possibilities.Would he tell someone?Would he go after Matteo?Would Matteo find out that Luca knew?The last thought sent ice through my veins.If Matteo even suspected that I had talked, that I had said anything—No.I couldn’t let myself think li
The weight of my confession settled over us like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable.Luca hadn’t said a word in the last five minutes. Not since I told him the truth. Not since the ground beneath us cracked open, sending us spiraling into free fall.He just stood there, hands braced on his knees, head bowed as if the force of what I’d said had physically knocked the breath out of him.And maybe it had.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to suppress the tremors in my hands. My heartbeat was a chaotic rhythm in my chest, each thud a countdown to whatever would come next.I wanted him to say something. Anything.Scream. Demand answers. Tell me he hated me.But the silence was worse.“Luca,” I whispered.He straightened slowly, his eyes shadowed, unreadable. When he finally met my gaze, I almost wished he hadn’t.Because he didn’t look at me like he had yesterday.Not like I was the girl he wanted, the girl he burned for.No, he looked at me like I was the lie he never saw coming.
I needed to hit something.I needed to feel the burn in my knuckles, the sting of impact, something that hurt as much as the betrayal lodged deep in my chest.Sienna knew. She had known for months. And she hadn’t told me.The girl I trusted—the girl I wanted more than anything—had been keeping secrets about the one thing I could never forgive. My father. His debt. The chains he wrapped around people, forcing them to bend until they broke.I stormed across campus, barely registering where I was going until I shoved open the doors to the gym. The space was mostly empty except for a couple of guys on the treadmills and some freshmen half-assing their lifts. None of them mattered.I zeroed in on the punching bag in the corner and walked straight to it, my pulse hammering in my ears.One hit. Then another. Then another.My fists landed over and over, each impact reverberating up my arms, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.How the fuck had I not seen it?I thought I knew her. Thought
I knew something was off the second I stepped out of my dorm.There was a stillness in the air, a silence that didn’t belong at Ridgecrest. Like the whole damn place was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.I hadn’t spoken to Sienna since last night. Hadn’t seen her since she told me the truth about her father’s debt and how Matteo had his claws in her life long before we ever met.I hadn’t even processed it yet. Because every time I tried, something else came rushing in.The way she’d looked at me, afraid and desperate at the same time. The way she’d flinched, like she expected me to walk away.Like she thought I wouldn’t fight for her.I was going to prove her wrong.My phone buzzed in my pocket.Jax: You need to see this. Library. Now.I frowned, shoving my phone away as I changed course. Whatever it was, it had to be serious—Jax didn’t freak out over just anything.When I pushed through the library doors, my stomach twisted.Cassie and Jax were hunched over a table i
I moved fast.Too fast.The halls blurred around me, faces shifting in my peripheral vision, but I wasn’t paying attention. The only thing that mattered was getting to Sienna.My mind kept replaying that damn image. The grainy security footage. The way she looked over her shoulder, like she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.And the message.You sure you know who you’re protecting, Russo?Every muscle in my body was locked tight, my blood running hot with something close to fury.Because whoever sent that email wanted me to doubt her. They wanted me to hesitate, to question where her loyalty lay.But they underestimated just how far I was willing to go for her.I took the stairs two at a time, shoving past a group of underclassmen loitering in the hallway. They barely had time to react before I was gone.I reached Sienna’s dorm and banged on the door.No answer.I tried again. Harder. “Sienna, open the damn door.”Nothing.I wasn’t in the mood to be patient.I grabbed the handle an
I wasn’t in the mood for patience.Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, adrenaline burning through my veins, and I needed answers.Ethan called fifteen minutes ago, telling me to meet him in his dorm.I barely knocked before pushing the door open. He didn’t even look up. His fingers flew over his keyboard, the glow of his screen reflecting off his glasses. Jax was standing behind him, arms crossed, jaw tight.“Talk,” I ordered.Ethan didn’t respond right away. Instead, he clicked a few more keys, then finally sat back. His sharp green eyes met mine, filled with something that sent my pulse spiking.“We have a problem,” he said.“No shit.” I stepped forward. “What kind of problem?”He spun his laptop around. On the screen was grainy security footage from outside Sienna’s dorm.I recognized the scene immediately. I’d been there.Cassie had walked in first. Then me, two minutes later.But I wasn’t the only one watching her that night.A man stood in the shadows across the courtyard.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.It had started subtly—an itch between my shoulder blades, a sense of something just beyond my line of sight. At first, I thought it was paranoia. After everything with Luca, with my father’s debt, with Matteo, my nerves were frayed. It made sense that I was jumpy.But this was different.This wasn’t just a feeling.Tonight, as I walked back to my dorm, I knew I wasn’t imagining things.The campus was quiet, most students already inside. The lamps lining the pathway flickered, casting eerie shadows against the trees. I forced myself to walk normally, to breathe evenly, even though my heart was slamming against my ribs.Then I heard it.A footstep.Close. Too close.I whirled around.No one.My breath came fast and shallow. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe—The snap of a twig.Behind me.I didn’t think. I ran.I sprinted the last hundred feet to my dorm, fumbling for my keycard, shoving it into the scanner with shaking fingers. The lock beeped,
(Sienna’s POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surreal—this moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.“Are you ready?” Luca’s voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he was—my husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyes—the way they softened when they met mine—that made my heart race.“As
(Sienna’s POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabella’s little fingers always curled around her sister’s when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasn’t just them that made my heart feel impossibly full—it was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandro’s giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Sienna’s hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It didn’t feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of us—just me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and now… now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctor’s appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And now—now it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, “Luca… my water just broke.”For a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.“Okay—okay! We’re ready! We have the bag! We have the—where’s my phone?!” I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.“Luca,” she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. “Stop panicking.”“I’m not panicking,” I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Luca’s mother had called again—twice—to ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.“Are you okay?” I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. “I just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.”I snorted. “He’s not wrong.”Luca groaned, rubbing his face. “Sienna, do you realize how much trouble I’m in?”I ra
(Luca’s POV)I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man who’d just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses I’d already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.“Luca,” she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. “They’re so small,” I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. “That’s because they’re only about ten weeks along. But I
(Sienna’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwind—recovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything we’d been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldn’t be right.I grabbed another test from the drawer—one of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.“Pregnant. 3+ weeks.”A choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadn’t been trying, not exactly, but we also hadn’t been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Sienna’s hand.“We’re here, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something there—relief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. “Home,” she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Sienna’s POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our son’s temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his father’s chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Luca’s hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.“Remember,” Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, “his immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for