Willow's POVMy feet pounded against the pavement as I ran, each step matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. My lungs burned, pleading for mercy, but the fear propelling me forward was stronger. Brax’s outburst had shattered more than just his room—it had shattered the fragile trust I’d placed in him. The image of his rage was seared into my mind, a grotesque tableau of fury and destruction. I had thought he was different, and I believed him to be my safe haven. But now, all I wanted was to be miles away from him.The cool air stung my cheeks, mingling with the tears I couldn’t keep at bay. My legs threatened to give out, but I pushed onward, driven by an instinctual need to escape. The noise of Brax's rage still echoed in my ears—his guttural scream, the sound of shattering glass. It was all too much. I had to get away. I had to—My foot caught on an uneven patch of sidewalk, sending me sprawling to the ground. I could feel the jagged concrete bite into my palms, scraping my skin r
Willow's POVThe ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room as Dillon and I sat on a chair across from Dillion. I looked out of the window. I watched the city lights dance in the distance, drawing some comfort from their familiarity. My mind replayed Brax’s rage outburst over and over again. Dillon shifted, breaking the silence."I just need to call Brax and let him know I found you,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll tell him you’re staying with a friend for a bit. Is that okay?”I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for making Dillion lie to his best for me. Watching Dillon leave the room, I couldn’t help but think about him. He had always been kind to me, a bastion of calm in my otherwise chaotic life. That simple, consistent kindness made me feel safe, even now.When he returned, Dillon's face was tinged with concern. “Brax is really worried about you, Willow,” he said softly. “He hopes you can forgive him.”The mention of forgiveness made my heart twist. I knew Brax neve
Dillon's POVThe city lights outside the window cast a dim glow on her face, making the shadows dance across her features. My heart ached seeing her so burdened, but I swallowed the feelings down like I always did. As much as I didn’t want to acknowledge it, those feelings weren’t going anywhere. Sitting across from Willow, I tried to focus on anything but the feelings that I had for her, but no matter how hard I tried, there was nothing I could do to stop them. I hated that I was in love with my best friend's girl. I owed him so much, and I was betraying him in so many ways. But Willow was beautiful, and there was something about her that drew me to her. My phone buzzed, interrupting the heavy silence that had settled between us. Seeing the caller ID, I excused myself and stepped into the hallway. The voice on the other end was stern and commanding."Dillon. We need to make a move tonight. There's a delivery that needs to be picked up. Can you handle it?” Brax’s father's voice said
Willow's POVI don’t know when, but at some point, I fell asleep in the chair. When I woke up, the sun was beaming down on my face. I looked around the room, seeing that Dillion was gone, and my heart ached a little. I couldn’t work out why. Looking down at my phone, I saw the millions of missed calls and messages from Brax. I wasn’t ready to talk to him, not just yet. I had other things I needed to focus on, and there was a big part of me that was still scared of Brax. I got up and headed towards the bathroom, and just as I reached for the bathroom door, the front door swung open. In walked Dillion, carrying a tray of coffee and a bag. “Good morning,” he said with a warm smile. “I didn’t know what coffee you liked, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I just brought a few different ones.” He placed the coffee down on the bench and held out the bag to me. “And here are some clothes.”I thanked him and took the bag. “Have you spoken to Brax?”Dillion's face grew serious, his eyes filled
Willow's POVI stood outside the grand, imposing building where Brax's father conducted his business. The architectural lines cut through the air like the sharp edges of a well-honed blade. My heart raced, thumping against my ribcage with an urgency that made my hands tremble. The morning sun cast lengthy shadows, and I squinted up at the towering structure, my thoughts colliding like a whirlwind."You can do this, Willow," I whispered to myself, steeling my resolve. "This is the right thing to do."Just as I gathered my courage, I stepped inside, the cold air conditioning hitting my face as I entered the opulent lobby. The marble floors gleamed under the lights, catching the reflection of opulence that seemed to scream power. My footsteps echoed through the empty space, finally bringing me to the polished desk, where a refined woman in a crisp suit smiled at me.“He’s expecting you,” the woman said, her voice smooth as silk. She directed me to the elevator, and I nodded, swallowing h
Brax's POVI sat on the edge of the couch, anxiously tapping my knee. A glass of water remained untouched on the coffee table. The silence was suffocating, every moment a reminder of how awfully I had screwed up. My mind replayed the scene over and over—Willow’s horrified expression, her wide eyes, her retreating footsteps. “Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. But the tension in my chest wouldn’t ease. I wanted to punch something, anything, just to release the pressure building inside of me, but that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.I heard tyres crunch on the gravel outside before the front door creaked open. Dillion walked in, his face unreadable as usual, but I could see the concern in his eyes. He took one look at me and sighed. "Hey, man," Dillion greeted, kicking off his shoes. He plopped down into the armchair opposite me and stretched out, trying to seem casual, though I knew he felt the tension, too. “Have you spoken to Willow
Willow's POVI sat in the lounge, my eyes glued to the case that my brass father had given me, which was on the coffee table in front of me. I'd been sitting here staring at it since I'd returned from my meeting with him. I have never liked guns. I hate the idea of something that can take away a life so easily, but with what I was getting myself into, a gun was something I was going to most likely have to use one day. The door creaked open, and I heard the familiar sound of Dillon's footsteps. He was like a shadow, always nearby, always watching. But today, I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge him. My eyes were glued to the case in front of me, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts I couldn't quite untangle."Is everything okay?" Dillon's voice broke through my trance, soft yet filled with concern.I finally looked up, meeting his worried eyes. "Everything's fine," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. I shifted my gaze back to the case, the lie hanging in the air between us. But I
Willow's POVThe sun peeked through the curtains, its gentle rays coaxing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of last night's chaotic dreams. The weight of recent events pressed on me, a constant reminder of the confusing emotions swirling within me. With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of bed, padding down the hallway toward the kitchen.As I rounded the corner, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. Dillon stood by the counter, his back to me, pouring steaming liquid into two mugs. The sight of him brought an unexpected warmth to my chest—a feeling of comfort amidst the turmoil."Good morning," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. Dillon turned, a warm smile spreading across his face as he handed me a mug. "Morning, Willow. How'd you sleep?" His tone was casual, but I could see the concern in his eyes.I took a sip of the coffee, the bitterness grounding me momentarily. I couldn't tell him the truth—that my night had been filled
Brax’s POVThe stairs creaked beneath my feet, snapping me out of the daze that clouded my mind. The room I was leaving behind still held traces of my last distraction, yet there was only emptiness echoing in my heart. I passed by a mirror in the hallway and caught a glimpse of myself—a mess of unkept hair and a face that seemed older than its years. Even the girl up there, with her long black hair similar to Willow’s, didn’t fill the void.Descending the stairs, I grabbed a drink from the makeshift bar on the kitchen counter. The cool liquid burned, a somber reminder of how far I’d fallen since Willow left. A chorus of familiar voices floated in from the living room where the guys were gathered. I moved over and dropped onto the couch, positioning myself where I could observe quietly.“Hey, man, you good?” Dillion asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.“Yeah, just tired,” I said, feigning a lightness in my tone that I didn’t feel. My eyes followed Dillon’s line of sight, noticing h
Willow's POVThe echo of the knock startled me, piercing through the silence like a knife. For days, I had waded through the murky waters of my thoughts, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that defined my existence. The flat was my sanctuary, yet it also felt like a cage, confining me in its walls while I waited for the chaos to unfold around me.Steve was away, and although his absence lifted a heavy weight, the uncertainty that loomed was almost worse than his presence. Marco had not called on me since I last saw him, which was a relief but also a worry at the same time. And Brax's image danced through my mind—haunting and unattainable.Bracing myself, I tiptoed toward the door and peeked hesitantly through the small window. Relief and confusion swept over me at the same time when I recognised Brody, David's son, standing on the other side, shuffling his feet nervously.I hesitated for a moment before opening the door, expecting anything but this. "Brody? What are you doing here?" My
The moonlight cast long shadows on the dimly lit alleyways as I ran, each breath a reality crashing down on me as tears streamed from my eyes. My feet pounded the pavement, echoing the decisions I couldn’t walk away from. There was no time for hesitation or second-guessing. The stakes were too high, and Brax’s life was on the line. Once home, I threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before grabbing all the things I had stolen. Every part of me screamed to stop, to breathe, but all I could think of was making my way to David’s. The pounding dread surged through me as I pushed past the front door, launching myself into the night.David’s house loomed before me, a beacon of what little hope I had left. I banged relentlessly on the door, my impatience punctuating each knock until finally, Brody, his son, swung it open.“Is your dad home?” I blurted out.“No, he's at work. What’s going on?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.I thrust the bag into his arms, urgency lacing my voice. "Give
Brax's POVThe taste of whiskey burned like fire, numbing every part of me that still felt pain. It was my armour of choice tonight—a shield against memories that refused to stay buried. Dylan and Kasey watched with eyes full of quiet concern, but they understood. Sometimes, all you could do was let the liquor drown the ghosts before they drowned you.Stumbling through the party, the music pounded around me, a relentless rhythm that shook the ground. It promised a temporary escape, a distraction from Willow's haunting presence. But tonight wasn't about peace; it was about surrendering to something primal, something that roared inside me at the sight of Lana across the room.Lana had been an escape before—a fleeting, physical release. As I staggered towards her, the rage inside me simmered. Her friends barely blinked when I grabbed her wrist, pulling her away. We lived in a world where such bold moves were neither new nor shocking."Brax," she breathed, a sultry promise layered in ever
: Brax's POVSilence enveloped the room after Willow's departure, a vacuum so absolute it felt almost tangible. I stood in the chaos we had created—the shattered dish on the floor, the imprint of my fist on the wall, and the lingering echo of her defiant words. Anger, confusion, and an aching sadness twisted inside me, each emotion wrestling for dominance. I ran my hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.How had we gotten here? I wanted to hate her for pushing me away, for labelling me as not enough. Yet, underneath the fiery surface, I knew the truth—my heart had chosen her long before I was ready to admit it, and now I was stuck in limbo, unable to move forward without her.Disgusted with the state of things, I left the room, forcing my leaden feet down the stairs. Kasey and Dillon were still in the foyer, their faces reflecting concern and questions they dared not voice aloud. I couldn't deal with their probing eyes or the pity masked as sympathy."Brax…" Dillon
Willow's POVWatching Brax leave the room felt like watching safety slip through my fingers. The clatter of the lock was a reminder of the mess my life had become. It was ironic being locked in a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a trap.My mind was a mess of worry; Brax could have just wrecked everything I had been working so hard towards. However, Macro had already been useful in getting me into places that I would have never been able to do on my own. But now it all might have been for nothing, all because Brax couldn’t do as I asked and leave me alone.As I sat there trying to work out how I was going to get out of this mess, I felt the pills I had taken before going into the room with Marco take effect, which wasn’t a good thing. I needed a clear mind to talk my way out of this with Brax and get back to Marco before he went to Steve and everything that I had done was worked out.Getting up, I headed for the bathroom, not because I was obeying Brax but because I hoped a co
Brax's POVMy hands shook as I clutched the doorframe, the sight in front of me branding itself into my mind. Willow—my Willow—entwined with another man. Her naked body pressed against him. I couldn't believe it. Anger exploded, every rational thought igniting in a blaze of betrayal.My voice came out like a low growl, a thunderous roar that reverberated off the walls. "Willow!"She spun around, her eyes wide with desperation, her body scrambling for cover. Panic painted her features as she grabbed a bedsheet, clutching it to her skin. The man beside her had the audacity to open his mouth, likely to threaten me or beg for mercy. I didn't care.Before he could utter a word, I crossed the room and grabbed him by the collar. My fists flew, driven by a vengeful fire. Each punch landed with a satisfying crunch, a symphony of anger echoing within the confines of the room."Brax, stop!" Willow's scream pierced through my fury, her voice laced with panic and something else, something I couldn
Brax’s POVMy mind was an unending loop of worry that circled around Willow. Weeks had passed since I last saw her face or heard her voice, and her absence carved a hollow ache in me that I couldn't ignore. The reports from the men I had watching her became increasingly sparse, as though she had somehow worked out that they were following her and had found a way to avoid them. She wasn’t at school, avoided parties, and anywhere I expected her to be.Work from my father kept me preoccupied, but it brought no peace. Meetings filled with strained respect and unspoken threats blurred together with each assignment he gave me. This life, the one paved for me before I was even born, was all I had known. But since Willow, all I ever did was wish for an escape. My father’s expectations loomed over me like a persistent shadow, whispering of future obligations I didn’t want, but I would take if it meant keeping her safe.I stood at my front door, the day’s stress weighing on me heavily. The fami
Willow's POVThe fight with Nat replayed in my head, and guilt ate away at me. My phone hadn't stopped buzzing for hours with calls and messages from both Brax and Dillion. I knew that Nat would go back to them and tell them everything. Looking down at my phone, Brax’s name flashed across the screen. I picked it up, holding it for a second. Rage bubbled within me. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw my phone as hard as I could at a tree, watching it smash into pieces.Standing up, I left the park. If I was going to get things done, I had to turn off all my emotions. I needed to be stronger and smarter. And then the idea came to me. Turning around, I made my way to one of Steve's houses, where I hoped Marco would be.The house wasn’t far from the park. I had been here a few times, and I knew Marco spent a lot of his time there. As the house came into view, my heart began to race in my chest. I stopped pulling the pill bottle out of my pocket and