Tamrin crosses the café with an unreadable expression, her eyes darting between me and Nathan. She stops just short of our table, and I can’t tell if she’s nervous or just annoyed.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks, and her voice is softer than I expected.
Nathan leans back, his lips curling into a smirk. “Back to yell at me some more?” His tone is light, but the words feel heavy, hinting at something I didn’t know had happened between them. I glance at him, then at Tamrin, searching for some kind of explanation.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a slight pinkness in her cheeks. “I didn’t scream at you, Nathan,” she says, though her voice is defensive, and it makes me wonder just what I missed.
I can’t help it—I look at Tamrin, silently asking her for an explanation, but she just shakes her head, clearly unwilling to dig up whatever tension had passed between them. Before I can press her,
The silence is thick, but it’s not uncomfortable—at least not for everyone else, from what I can tell. Liam is sitting across from me, and I can feel the weight of his gaze, though he’s not looking at me. His eyes are trained on Celeste, a steady, unwavering stare that makes me feel like I’m witnessing something private, something I shouldn’t be part of.I glance at Nathan, who’s toying with his phone, but I don’t miss the way he keeps cutting looks in my direction. He’s been doing it ever since I walked up to them, like he’s suspicious of every word I might say or every move I might make. I get it, I guess. We haven’t exactly been on good terms since... well, since I yelled at him the other day. But I’d been angry, hurt. All I’d wanted was to make sense of why Celeste had shut me out.My gaze drifts back to Liam, who still hasn’t stopped looking at her, and I try to understand what I’m
I can feel my stomach twisting as I sit there, watching Liam and Celeste with this gnawing feeling that I’m not understanding something huge. There’s an undeniable tension between them, but it’s nothing like I thought it was. And the longer I sit here, the more frustrated I feel, like I’m the only one on the outside looking in on some inside joke.The words come out before I can stop them, sharper than I mean them to be. “Do you… do you miss my cousin? Presley?”I know I’m crossing a line, but I can’t help it. If what I’m seeing is true, if Celeste and Liam are actually… well, if there’s something between them, then she’s not just keeping secrets—she’s betraying Presley, her friends, everyone. I know my question sounds bitter, but right now, I don’t care.Liam’s expression doesn’t falter. He just looks at me with a half-smile, friendly but… colder
Nathan’s laughter fills the car, warm and carefree, and I glance over at him, half envious, half amused. He’s always so relaxed, so unfazed by what other people think. Meanwhile, I’m a mess—still replaying Tamrin’s probing questions, the look in her eyes when she realized there was something between Liam and me. The worst part is, she’s right. And now it’s all hanging in the air, out there for anyone to judge.“You shouldn’t care what she thinks about you, Celeste,” Nathan says, glancing at me with an easy smile, like he’s stating the obvious. “Honestly, most people aren’t worth the worry. Let her think whatever she wants.”I shake my head, my chest tightening. “You know I do care, though. I wish I didn’t, but I really, really do.” I sigh, leaning my head back against the seat, the weight of it all bearing down on me. “I wish I was like you, Nathan. You just&hell
Later that night, my phone buzzes with Liam’s name lighting up the screen. I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement before I open the text, which quickly evaporates as I read.Liam:Why’d you leave with Nathan instead of me?I bite my lip, uncertain how to respond. I should have seen this coming, but the last thing I want is for this to turn into an argument. I start typing, choosing my words carefully.Me:It wasn’t about you, Liam. Tamrin was there, and she’s already suspicious. If she sees me with you too much, she’ll go straight to Presley.I stare at the screen, waiting for the three dots to pop up. A part of me hopes he’ll understand, that he’ll get that I’m just trying to keep things from exploding into more drama. When his reply finally comes, it’s clipped.Liam:I don’t care what Tamrin or Presley thinks.
The walk to Sadie's place is a blur, every step heavy with the anger bubbling inside me. I can't believe what I just saw. Celeste—of all people—wrapped up with someone like Liam? The whole scene replays in my mind, and my chest tightens with a mix of jealousy and hurt.I finally reach Sadie's house and knock, practically vibrating with the need to spill everything. She opens the door, and before she can even greet me, I burst out, "You won’t believe what I just saw."Sadie raises an eyebrow. “What? What happened?” she asks, motioning for me to come inside.“I had coffee with Celeste, Nathan… and Liam.” The words fall out of my mouth like a confession, and I watch as Sadie’s expression shifts from curiosity to something sharper.“Wait—coffee? With Celeste?” Sadie’s tone is cool, but I can sense something simmering beneath it. “Are you telling me you’re hanging out wi
The sun’s just about to dip below the horizon, casting this deep orange light over everything as we step onto the carnival grounds. It’s cool, that kind of perfect evening breeze coming off the ocean. The sound of waves rolling up the shore blends with the laughter and music around us. I glance over at Celeste and see her smiling, her hair catching the last bit of daylight, and for a moment, I feel… content. Peaceful, even.Nathan is already pulling ahead, grinning like a kid on holiday, dragging us toward the game booths. There’s a lightness to the whole scene that feels rare these days. It’s almost surreal.“Come on, Liam,” Celeste teases, looking over her shoulder at me. “Let’s see if you’re any good at carnival games or if it’s all talk.”I laugh and pull her gently toward the shooting game booth, waving a couple of tickets to the guy behind the counter. “Think you’re up for a real challenge?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I hand her a plastic rifle.C
The carnival’s music and laughter fill the air, but my focus is entirely on the two figures in the distance—Celeste and Liam, standing by one of the game booths, his arm just brushing hers as they both laugh. My heart pounds as I watch them, each laugh of theirs twisting something in me. Sadie’s words flood back: Maybe we judged her too harshly… Maybe we’re wrong about all of this. It feels like a thorn in my side, nagging at me as I linger on the edge of the crowd.They’re close, too close. The way Liam’s looking at her, even from here, I can feel the intensity. I can’t stop the thought from creeping in—what if they really are together? I can’t shake it, and it’s eating me alive. Suddenly, I realize I need to talk to her, to find some kind of answer in her face, some way to know the truth without jumping to conclusions. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll apologize. I push my way through the crowd, my feet carrying
I catch sight of Tamrin the second Nathan calls her over, her face cautious, her eyes bouncing between Celeste and me. I force a polite smile as she approaches, but inside, I’m grinding my teeth. Her showing up means we’re back to pretending—like everything between Celeste and me is just casual, like she’s not the only person on my mind right now. I know Celeste feels it too; the forced smile she gives Tamrin is too practiced, too stiff. The whole scene feels like a well-rehearsed lie, and I hate it.Without saying a word, I start walking toward the Ferris wheel, letting my steps make my frustration known. It’s high up there, away from prying eyes and hushed whispers, a place where maybe, for a few moments, we don’t have to act. I dig into my pocket, pull out a few crumpled bills, and pay the attendant for a cab big enough for all of us. I glance back, calling them over.They gather around, and as we settle into the cabin, it’s
The sound of gunfire explodes through the night, deafening and relentless. A machine gun—no, multiple—rips through the air outside, drowning everything else out. I hear men shouting, screaming, and then the screaming turns into something else. Agony. Terror.I clamp my hands over my ears, pressing myself further into the corner of the closet, trying to disappear. My body shakes violently, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I rock back and forth. I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper a prayer under my breath, over and over."Please, God. Please, God. Please, God."The walls tremble with the force of the fight happening outside. Glass shatters somewhere. Heavy footsteps storm through the house. More gunshots. More yelling. I don’t kn
I wake up with a start, my heart thundering in my chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and for a moment, I can’t place where I am. I sit up quickly, expecting to see someone in the room with me—someone coming to hurt me, to take me again—but when my eyes adjust to the dim light, the room is empty.Just the silence.I look around, the weight of everything pressing down on me. This place—the house where Trevor has kept me locked up for weeks—has become a prison. It’s always quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the distant hum of the outside world that I can’t reach, the creaks of the house settling, and my own restless thoughts.The darkness beyond the window is thick and consuming, the kind of darkness that swallows up the last remnants of hope. But tonight, something is different. Something feels off.I strain my ears, listening closely. There’s a faint sound, like the whisper of something moving through
The air is cold, but I barely feel it. My fingers flex at my sides, itching for the moment I get to wrap them around Trevor’s throat.A few meters away, the house stands in the darkness, barely lit by the moon. Celeste is in there. I can feel it, like some invisible tether between us. She’s so close I can almost smell her—vanilla and something soft, something warm.Nathan steps up beside me. I don’t have to look at him to know what he’s thinking. We’ve run through this plan a hundred times. We both breathe slowly, measured, in sync. If we let the rage take over now, we’ll lose. We need to do this right.Behind us, the rest of my men are waiting, silent shadows in the night. Five hundred of them. A small army, but that’s what it takes when yo
Nathan and I are staring at the screen, watching the dot move. Every second it inches closer to its destination, my pulse beats harder, my hands clench tighter. I should be in my car already, speeding toward her. I should be ending this.But I can’t rush this.One mistake, and Celeste might never make it out alive.I take a slow breath, forcing myself to think. Trevor’s still pissed about today—I saw it in his eyes, the way his mask slipped for just a second. He’s getting sloppy. That’s why Tamrin was able to slip one on him, why he hasn’t even realized she did. He thinks he still has control, but we’re the ones pulling the strings now."One more day," I say, more to myself than to Nathan.
My hands are trembling so hard I can barely hold the phone. My chest feels tight, like there isn’t enough air in the room, but I force myself to breathe. In and out. In and out. I can’t fall apart now. Not when I finally made a move.Sadie sits next to me, watching silently. She hasn’t asked a single question since I took her phone, but she doesn’t have to. I know she’s thinking them. I know she wants to yell at me, shake me, demand answers. But she doesn’t. Maybe she knows I don’t have the strength to explain right now.Nathan answers on the second ring. His voice is sharp, alert. “Who’s this?”“It’s Tamrin.” My voice barely comes out, but I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to continue. “I hid my phone in Trevor’s car so you can track him. I’ll send you the details now.”Silence. Then a sharp breath on the other end. “You—” he starts, but I don’t give him a chance to question me. I end the call and immediately go to the tracking app on my phone, sending the location str
The drive back feels like it lasts forever, and every minute of it makes my stomach churn with dread. Trevor’s words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. He doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t stop reminding me of everything he’s capable of, and how easily he could ruin my life if I even think about crossing him. Every threat is sharp, like a blade cutting through my chest. He tells me he will kill me, kill my family, that no one would ever know what happened to Celeste or that I was involved.The fear grips me harder with each passing second. It feels like I’m suffocating in this car, trapped in this nightmare I can’t escape. I can’t say anything. I just nod, keep my eyes on the road, my breath shallow, praying he’ll just let me go. But it never comes. The torment doesn’t stop.Finally, when the car pulls up in front of my house, I feel my body go stiff. Trevor grabs my thigh, his fingers digging in deep, hard enough to bruise. The pain flares up immediately, sharp and relentless, and I
I’m sitting in Trevor’s car, my hands trembling so badly I can barely keep them on my lap. My head is pounding, each beat of my heart sending sharp pangs of pain through my chest. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. I can barely look him in the eye, even though he’s sitting right next to me, his cold presence suffocating me in this small space.How did I end up here? I can’t even remember when it started to go so wrong. I thought he was different. I thought he was charming, charismatic, someone who could make me feel like I mattered. I let myself believe he cared. I even slept with him—let him do things to me that I’m ashamed of now. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could somehow erase the last few months of my life.But I can’t. I’m trapped.I don’t know when I started to see the darkness in him, when it became clear that Trevor was a monster. I was too blind, too naïve to see
The car rolls to a stop in front of the abandoned building. The windows are boarded up, and the air around here smells stale, like no one’s been within a hundred miles for years. I park with precision, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires settling in my ears. Tamrin doesn’t say anything, but I can see her eyes darting around, her body stiffening with every passing second. She’s terrified, and it’s exactly what I want.I turn to look at her, my gaze dark and unrelenting. There’s a moment of silence, thick and suffocating, before I speak.“Tamrin,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “What happened when you came back?”She looks at me, trying to hide the fear behind her eyes, but I see through it. “What do you mean?” she says, trying to play dumb, but I can hear the tremor in her
I pull up to Tamrin’s place, the tires crunching softly as I stop in the driveway. My hands tighten on the steering wheel for a moment, the anger from my conversation with Liam still simmering beneath my skin. The asshole had the nerve to think he could intimidate me. It’s all a game to him, but he doesn't understand what I’m capable of.I pick up my phone, dialing Tamrin’s number. It rings a few times before she picks up.“Yeah?” Her voice is tentative, like she already knows something's wrong.“Come outside,” I tell her, making sure my voice is low and controlled.There’s a long pause on the other end, but I wait. I know she’ll come.