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Mario’s POVI didn’t think. I didn’t need to.The second I saw them—Gerard, shirtless. Sylvia, on his bed. Laughing. My vision blurred with red.Before my mind could catch up, my fist was already flying. It connected with Gerard’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The bastard staggered, but the smirk that followed only fueled my fury."You fucking stay away from her!"Sylvia gasped behind me, but I wasn’t looking at her.Gerard wiped the blood from his lip, eyes dark with amusement. "Didn’t know she was off-limits. My bad." His voice was mocking, slow. He knew exactly what he was doing—poking at the beast inside me. Purposely trying to reel me up to see how attached I was.I grabbed his collar, shoving him against the wall. "Say that again," I growled, my voice barely human.Sylvia was at my side in an instant, tugging at my arm. "Mario, stop! It’s not what you think!"But that was the thing—I didn’t know what to think.My head was still spinning from everything I’d told her earlier
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Sylvia’s POVI shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to throw something. The old maid had dragged me through the house like a misbehaving child, and I was still embarrassed.I couldn’t stop pacing. My thoughts circled like vultures, picking apart everything.Who owned the journal?Why was Mario so protective of it?Why did he react that way?I had pieces of a puzzle, but no clear picture. And worse, every time I thought I was getting closer to answers, someone came along and shoved me back.The doorknob turned.I froze.The door opened, and Gerard walked in.Not knocked. Walked in. Like he owned the place.I didn’t need to ask why he was here. His expression said it all—cold, unimpressed, like he was staring at something beneath him.“I should’ve known you’d start snooping,” he said, scoffing . “You can’t help yourself, can you?”I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up. “You always barge into people’s rooms, or am I just lucky?”He ignored that. Stepped cl
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SYLVIA’S POVWhen my eyes fluttered open again, everything felt hazy, muted and surreal, like I was floating just beneath the surface of water.“She's awake! She's awake!”The sudden excitement in the room jerked me back into awareness. A doctor and two nurses hovered over me. The harsh brightness of the hospital lights made me squint my eyes.“BP's coming up... 119 over 81.”“She’s stabilizing.”“We need another bag of fluids and slow down the oxygen.”Their voices overlapped, echoing in my ears like. I tried to move, but a tight, scratchy feeling in my throat made me wince, my ribs were hurting and it made me wonder if I had been given CPR.“Easy,” a nurse said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You passed out, and stopped breathing for over a minute. But you’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”I tried to nod, but even that took too much energy.I tried to remember why I had passed out, and when I did, a wave if nausea hit me hard. Beth was dead.Before I could dwell much on the t
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