LOGINI wanted to break away from her, be free... but why did she step on all my plans? Why did she want to keep me chained to her? She made me numb for the longest time until I met Dominic Black. He made a fire spark in my empty chest. He made me feel things, things I'd never felt before. I wanted to have him... except, he would now be my new stepbrother. Just another thing my mother took from me.
View MoreMILES I was tired of the silence. Tired of the way Dominic looked at me like I might fall apart at any second. Like he was scared that if he touched me too hard, I’d disappear. And maybe that used to be true. But not anymore. Not after everything. If I could come back from death, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tiptoe through life. So I did what Kenzie said. I asked myself: What would Kenzie do? Which is how I ended up pacing in front of his bedroom door for what felt like the hundredth time. Hobbling, really—since I still had the damn brace on. It squeaked with every step like it was mocking me. I was ready to rip it off and chuck it through the nearest window. The rest of me? Healed, according to the doctor. “Such wonderful healing time you have, dear!” he’d chirped at my last check-up. A few scars. Sore ribs. Emotionally bankrupt, maybe. But physically? I was as good as new. Except for the ankle. The ankle had beef. Pacing outside Dominic’s room was a new kind o
MILESDominic was avoiding me.I knew it the second I stepped into the dining room and he wasn’t in his usual seat. His coffee cup was there. His plate too—untouched eggs, bacon, and a side of French toast. Still warm. But him?Gone.Again.“Morning, my raven,” Maverick said, folding down the corner of his newspaper. He hadn’t even looked at me and yet, somehow, always knew when I walked in.I slid into the seat beside him wondering where my usual bagels were. Was I starting to expect things? “Morning," I said.He raised an eyebrow, expectant. "...Dad.”He smiled. Soft. Still surprised, even after hearing it three times this week.It felt almost natural now. I found it strange myself how the word rolled off my tongue so smoothly. Like I’d always called him that.But it wasn’t for Maverick that I said it.It was for her.Candice hadn’t been home in three days. Not since that last visit to the hospital. Not since the boys cornered her.No phone calls. No dramatic speeches. No petty re
MILES Miles: Marcus Miles: Where are you? Miles: I swear, when I lay eyes on you, your balls are going in a vice. Miles: Don’t make me find you. I sighed and tossed my new phone into my bag, the screen blacking out like it was tired of me too. Marcus was avoiding me like the plague, and Dom—he was holding something back. I could feel it. Taste it in the silence between us. See it in the way his hand would twitch like he wanted to reach for me... and didn’t. “They’re probably pissed at you,” Kenzie had said earlier over the phone. She had called to “check in,” which in Kenzie speak meant scold me for not dying harder. “I know I was,” she went on. “If you hadn’t already flatlined and come back, I would’ve killed you myself.” “I’m still alive, you know.” “Yes, and you’re lucky.” Her voice cracked just enough to make my guilt spike. “You flatlined for a full fucking minute, Miles. Don’t think you hid that from any of us.” “You talk to them?” Another sigh. “Of course. You can’
DOMINICI didn’t realize how loud it was in my head until everything else went quiet.The sound of lockers slamming, cleats against tile, water running in the showers—none of it touched me. I was stuck. Floating somewhere between rage and guilt, fear and this fucking ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.Marcus walked in, tossing a water bottle onto the bench beside me.“You’re spiraling.”“Wow. Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Phil.” I didn’t look up. “Where the hell have you been?”He sighed and plopped down next to me. “Dealing with Mommy Dearest.”That was all he said. I didn’t pry. Not here. Not yet. Not with our teammates still around. The walls had ears.He patted his lap. “Come on, lay back and tell me all about it.”I grimaced. “Dude, no.”“You know you want to. You’ve been giving me those ‘comfort me’ eyes for days. It’s calling to me.”The way my eyes were slapping his face—over and over—“Don’t deny me.”I didn’t want to talk about it. But fuck—I needed to. Everything from
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