I should’ve expected the warning.I should’ve seen it coming the second I started pulling at the loose threads of my father’s empire, unraveling secrets that had been buried for years.But knowing it was coming didn’t stop the rage from boiling in my chest.Someone thought they could scare me off.Someone thought a single message would be enough to make me stop.They were wrong.If anything, it only made me more determined.But as I sat there, staring at Sienna’s pale face, another thought crept in—one that I hated, one that made my jaw clench so hard it hurt.If they were warning me, it meant they knew I was getting close.And if they knew I was getting close…They knew about Sienna too.I exhaled sharply, shoving my phone into my pocket and pushing back from the table. “I need to talk to you.” My voice was low, controlled. But she knew me well enough now to hear the tension beneath it.She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her sweater, before nodding. “Okay.”I sto
The silence was worse than his anger.Luca stood there, his back to me, shoulders tight with tension. The wind ruffled his hair, but he didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t turn around.I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to crumble beneath me.“Luca.” My voice was small, almost swallowed by the wind.He didn’t respond.I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Please, say something.”When he finally turned, his eyes were like ice. “You should have told me.”Guilt slammed into my chest, heavy and suffocating. “I know.”His jaw flexed. “How long?”I hesitated.His brows furrowed, and his voice dropped, low and sharp. “Sienna.”“Since before I came to Ridgecrest,” I admitted, my stomach twisting. “My dad… he was drowning in debt. And I didn’t know everything at first, but I knew it was bad. I knew Matteo Russo had something to do with it.”His face hardened. “And you still came here.”I nodded, my hands gripping the hem of my sweater. “I had no choice, Luca.
My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, watching the water swirl down the drain.She lied to me.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of Sienna standing there, her face streaked with tears, her voice breaking as she admitted everything.I should’ve known.I should’ve seen the signs—the way she always hesitated when I brought up Matteo, the way she looked over her shoulder when we talked about my family.And now, after everything, after I let her in, after I gave her every part of me… she was connected to him.My father.The man I hated more than anything in this world.The man I was trying to destroy.I slammed my fist into the sink, the sharp pain doing nothing to ground me. My breathing was uneven, my heart racing, my body torn between fury and something else—something worse.Betrayal.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, staring at my reflection, before a voice cut through the roaring in my head.“Luca.”Ethan.I turned, my chest rising and
I had never felt this hollow before.Standing there, watching Luca walk away from me, the ache in my chest deepened into something unbearable. It wasn’t anger in his eyes when he looked at me—it was worse. It was devastation.I broke him.And that realization shattered something inside me.The rain started to fall in slow, heavy drops, soaking through my sweater as I stood frozen on the edge of the rugby field. Luca’s figure disappeared into the darkness, his broad shoulders stiff, his entire body coiled with tension.I wanted to run after him.I wanted to tell him I was sorry a thousand times over.But the words weren’t enough.They never would be.I had lied. I had kept the one secret that could destroy him, and now that he knew, I wasn’t sure if I could ever fix this.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized I was still standing there, clutching my arms around myself as if I could hold myself together.Ethan’s voice cut through the silence. “You should let him coo
I had never known silence could be this loud.The entire school was buzzing, but all I could hear was the roar in my head.Sienna Hayes.Lies.Betrayal.Her father.My father.It all blurred together, a tangled mess of deceit and destruction, and she was right in the middle of it.And so was I.I stood there, watching her across the hall, while students whispered around us, their gazes bouncing between the two of us like they were waiting for a fight to break out.But I didn’t move.I just stared.Because for the first time in my life, I didn’t know what the hell to do.She looked pale. Fragile. Like a gust of wind would knock her over.Good.Because I felt the same.I felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath me, like I was free-falling into an abyss with no end.And she did this.Sienna.The girl who made me believe in something more. The girl who made me think I could have something real—someone real.It was all a lie.The weight of it pressed down on my chest, suffocating
I couldn’t feel my legs as I walked away.Each step felt heavier than the last, like the weight of my own words was dragging me down.I’m in love with you.I had never said those words to anyone before. Not like that. Not when they mattered.And Luca hadn’t said anything back.Not a single word.I had braced myself for anger, for accusations, for him telling me he hated me. But his silence? That was worse.It was deafening.It was final.By the time I made it back to my dorm, I felt like I had left a part of myself out there on the rugby field. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as my vision blurred.I should have told him the truth sooner.I should have fought harder.I should have—A knock at the door made me jolt.I wiped my face quickly before opening it.Mia stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp.“You look like hell,” she said.“Thanks,” I muttered, stepping aside to let her in.She didn’t sit. She just turned to me, her expression unreadable. “What happened?”I swal
I should have let her go.I should have walked away the second I found out the truth.But I couldn’t.Not when she was standing in front of me, looking at me like she was waiting for me to end everything we’d started.Not when the only thing I wanted to do was pull her close and pretend none of this had ever happened.“I just need time,” I had said.A fucking lie.Because time wasn’t going to fix this.Time wasn’t going to change the fact that the girl I loved was connected to the man I hated most in the world.It wasn’t going to erase the fact that, no matter what I wanted, we were caught in a mess so deep there was no way out.The only thing time would do was make it harder to let go.And I was already drowning in her.I watched as Sienna left the library, her shoulders tense, her hands gripping the straps of her bag like they were the only thing holding her together.I clenched my fists.The easy thing to do would be to cut her off.To stay away.But I wasn’t built for easy.I was
I should have told him to leave.I should have pulled my hand away, put up the walls I had spent years perfecting, and reminded myself that Luca Russo was dangerous in every possible way.But I didn’t.Because when his fingers threaded through mine, when his body shifted closer in the dim glow of the moon, the war inside me collapsed.There was no logic.No reason.Only this—this thing between us, stronger than my fear, my past, my secrets.“I mean it, Sienna,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I don’t know how to stay away from you.”His breath was warm against my cheek, the scent of him—cologne and sweat and something uniquely Luca—wrapping around me like a second skin.I turned to him slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears.“Then don’t.”His eyes darkened, the line between hesitation and inevitability snapping like a thread pulled too tight.And then—His lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft.It wasn’t careful.It was heat and desperation and weeks of tension unraveling all at on
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
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.
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
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 the words left my mouth, the room shrank. The air thickened, pressing against my chest, suffocating.Luca’s expression didn’t change at first. His body remained tense, rigid. But his hands—his hands flexed at his sides like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower.The silence between us stretched, sharp as a blade.Then—quiet. Too quiet.“What did you just say?”I swallowed hard. “You heard me.”“Say it again.”His voice was different now. Dark. Cold. A warning wrapped in a command.My breath shook as I forced myself to look at him. “My father owed Matteo a debt.”Luca exhaled sharply through his nose, but it wasn’t relief. It was something closer to rage.“And you knew,” he said flatly.I opened my mouth. Closed it. What was I supposed to say? That I had been drowning in this secret, knowing it would destroy us? That I had spent months fearing this exact moment?That I had fallen for him despite knowing how this would end?I hesitated too long.Luca let out a sh
She kissed me back.And for a second—for one reckless, unthinking moment—I thought maybe we could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.That there weren’t a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea.That there weren’t secrets coiling between us like barbed wire, ready to tighten and rip us apart the moment we got too close.But then Sienna pulled away.Her breath was unsteady, her lips parted, her eyes wide with something that looked a hell of a lot like panic.And just like that, reality crashed down between us.She stepped back like I’d burned her. “I can’t do this.”My jaw clenched. “Why not?”“Because it’s—” She exhaled, shaking her head. “It’s dangerous.”I let out a low laugh, sharp and humorless. “No shit, Hayes.”She glared at me. “I’m serious.”“So am I.” I took a step closer. She took another step back. It felt like a goddamn metaphor. “You think I don’t know this is a bad idea? That I don’t know everything about us is messed up?”She swallowed hard but didn’t answer.
I needed to stay away from him.That much was clear.Every time I let my guard slip, even a little, Luca Russo found a way to get under my skin. A glance, a touch, a single word spoken in that low, infuriating voice, and suddenly I was right back where I swore I wouldn’t be—on the edge of something reckless.Something dangerous.Something I couldn’t afford.So why had I gone to the match?Why had I stood there, watching him dominate the field, moving like he owned every inch of that stadium?And why—when he came to me afterward, sweat-drenched and looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—had I felt like my resolve was slipping through my fingers?This had to stop.It had to.By the time I got back to my dorm, I felt like I’d run a marathon.“Where have you been?” Lila asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone.“Nowhere,” I mumbled, stripping off my hoodie.She arched a brow. “Lies. You were at the game, weren’t you?”I groaned, flopp
I should have walked away.Should have turned around and let it go.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.Sienna fucking Hayes had a grip on me I didn’t understand, and every time I tried to pull away, something yanked me right back.She didn’t say a word after I let her go in the hallway, just turned and disappeared down the corridor like she didn’t feel the weight of my eyes on her. Like she didn’t hear the pounding in my chest when she was close.And that?That pissed me off more than anything.Because she should know.She should fucking see it.I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw tight as I stalked into the locker room before rugby practice. The usual chaos filled the space—teammates throwing jabs, the clatter of cleats against the tile, the sharp scent of sweat and determination.But I barely heard any of it.“Jesus, Russo, you look like you’re about to kill someone.” Ethan’s voice cut through my storm, and I turned to see him watching me from his locker, one brow raised.“Not now,” I mutte
I didn’t sleep.Not really.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing from the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel Luca’s hand on my back, the heat of his body when he’d whispered, Trust me.God, I was so screwed.The thrill of almost getting caught still buzzed in my veins. It wasn’t just the danger of sneaking around that had my body on high alert—it was him.Luca Russo.The boy I swore I wouldn’t get close to. The boy I was failing miserably at resisting.The worst part?I didn’t even want to resist anymore.I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow to my chest, but sleep never came. By the time the morning announcements played over the intercom, I was already wide awake, staring at my uniform hanging on the closet door.I needed to pull myself together.This was getting reckless.Luca was dangerous—if not for my heart, then for my entire future.If he found out the truth about my father… about why I was really here…No.I forced myself to sit u