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Riley’s POVI couldn’t move. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was my own shallow breathing, mixed with the faint hum of the chandelier above us. My eyes were locked on Jaxon, whose head was still tilted slightly from the force of his father’s punch.What the hell had I just witnessed? Arthur’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding as ever. “You think you can speak to me like that, Jaxon? After everything I’ve done for you? I should’ve known better than to expect gratitude from you, but I didn’t think even you would sink this low.” Jaxon turned his head slowly, his dark eyes blazing with fury. He took a step toward his father, his entire body radiating rage. For a second, I thought he was going to let it go. Then his hands turned into fists, and I realized with a jolt of panic that he wasn’t. “Jaxon, don’t!” I shouted, stepping between them just as Jaxon’s arm pulled back. My hands shot out, pressing firmly against his chest to stop him. He was
Bruised and Bound Jaxon’s POVThe room was eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that left you alone with your thoughts—the ones you didn’t want to face. Riley stood at the sink, his back to me as he cleaned the plates we’d used for dinner. His shoulders stiff with tension, as though scrubbing dishes was the only thing keeping him fixed to reality. I sat at the kitchen island, a small mirror kept up in front of me. My father’s punch had left its mark, literally and figuratively. My jaw throbbed, and the red imprint of his knuckles stood out like a badge of disgrace. I turned my face slightly, inspecting the damage, and let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” I muttered to myself, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The sound of running water didn’t stop, but I caught Riley glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything, but his expression spoke volumes. I reached for the first aid kit I’d grabbed earlier, flipping it open with one hand. My hands were unsteady, and
Riiley’s POVThe kiss deepened, Jaxon’s hands pulling me closer as if he was afraid I might slip away. I steadied myself on the chair to avoid falling but I didn't have much space to move because of jaxon's muscular arms being wrapped around me.His lips were demanding yet gentle, a strange mix of urgency and restraint that made my head spin. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my face up to meet his. I should have stopped him, should have remembered all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but in that moment, logic drowned in the intensity of his touch.It was as if I was under a spell and I wasn't sure if I wanted to be out of it just yet.Being here with him, no matter how much of an asshole he is, made me feel things I could quite explain.“Riley,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and breathless. It wasn’t a question, but a plea. One that unraveled me completely.He wanted me to give myself completely to him without anymore of my restraints but that task would be
Jaxon’s POVThe faint sound of the front door closing made me wake up from my deep sleep and I almost could tell instantly that I was completely alone in the house.My eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim light filtering through the kitchen windows. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, the events of last night swimming hazily in my mind. Then it hit me—the passionate intimacy, the electric connection that had ignited between Riley and me. I sat up slowly from the makeshift bed of duvets we’d shared, realizing I was still naked beneath the covers.I searched for my clothes nearby and found them tossed all over the kitchen floor. It seemed last night had been much more heated than I could remember.“Riley?” I called, my voice hoarse. Silence greeted me. "Riley, where the hell are you?* I called again, this time my voice was sharper than before but I still got no answer from him or anyone.I frowned, scanning the room. The kitchen was eerily quiet, the aftermath of our night to
Riley's POV The moment I stepped into my apartment, exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave and I almost couldn't wait to lay down, allowing sleep to take me away.My legs felt heavy, my head spun with fatigue, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess. Last night’s events replayed in fragmented loops—Jaxon’s touch, his lips, the warmth of his body against mine. “Stop it, Riley,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to remove the memories. I closed the door behind me and locked it, leaning against it for a brief moment before dragging myself toward the bathroom. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about such things, mostly because it wasn't right for me to have even considered being intimate with Jaxon anymore.I still haven't forgiven him for what he did to Eric, twice, and here I was, having sex with him as if to congratulate him for a job well done."I guess he deserved it because of how badly his night had turned out. I mean, he needed a break from his awful father" I said to mysel
Walking on Thin IceRiley's POVThe room felt heavy, like the air had thickened after Eric’s words hit me. My body was frozen, my mind struggling to process his insult. Piece of shit?Eric had never spoken to me like that. Sure, we’d had disagreements before, but this? This was venomous, laced with something far deeper than anger. “Eric,” I said carefully, my voice trembling slightly, “what’s going on? Why would you say something like that to me?” Eric didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he paced the length of the room like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists. His expression was a storm cloud of emotions—hurt, anger, betrayal. “You really don’t get it, do you?” he finally said, spinning around to face me. His tone was sharp, cutting. “Get what?” I asked, genuinely confused as to what was happening with him.He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I actually thought you liked me, Riley. That you cared. But now I see it. You were just looking
Jaxon's POV I stood at the doorway, my sharp, calculating eyes fixed on Riley.Riley looked distressed, his face pale, his lips pressed into a tight line as though holding back a torrent of emotions. A sound—faint but unmistakable—came from within the house. My gaze flicked past Riley’s shoulder, and there he was: Eric, sitting rigidly on a chair, his eyes blazing with barely-contained fury. Interesting.I immediately understood I had stepped into something volatile, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let the chaos stop mr from speaking to Riley. Last night had been... electric. Whatever feelings Riley might have been denying, I had seen the truth in every touch, every gasp. I wasn’t leaving without a conversation. “Riley,” I began, my tone smooth but firm, “we need to talk.” Riley shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the tension hanging in the air like a storm cloud. “Jaxon, now’s not a good time.” Eric, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, let out a dry, humorless laugh
Riley POV I sat on the edge of his couch, staring at the closed door Jaxon had just walked out of. A strange mix of emotions swirled inside me—relief, confusion, and a small, nagging twinge of disappointment. Jaxon had covered for me, spinning a lie so seamless that Eric had begun to question his own assumptions. For that, I was grateful. But Jaxon’s sudden departure lingered in my mind like a splinter he couldn’t ignore. I felt really bad and I wished I could talk more to him but I guess that would practically be impossible now.I frowned, recalling the look on Jaxon’s face when I had lashed out. At the time, I had been too consumed by my own frustration to notice, but now... now I couldn’t shake the memory of the pain I had seen in Jaxon’s eyes. Had my words cut deeper than I had intended? Or was Jaxon upset about something else entirely? Before I could dwell too long on it, Eric appeared in the doorway to the living room, his expression hesitant. “Riley?” Eric’s voice was
Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,
Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasn’t sharp or startling, but it was there—gentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. “Jaxon… Come on, Jaxon. It’s time to wake up now.” Alexis. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didn’t falter. “You’re stronger than this,” she said, her tone firm but encouraging. “Riley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!” That name—Riley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexis’s face hovering above mine, her eyes wide
Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. How’s Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "He’s still in the coma. The doctors don’t know when or if he’ll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of
Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeks—weeks since he’d taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since he’d fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. “You have to wake up. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.” There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin
Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.“Jaxon please don't leave me!” I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. “Riley…” “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.” His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u
Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didn’t need weapons—his words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. “Drop the gun, Dad,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t how we do things.” His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. “Don’t lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Riley’s voice trembled behind me. “Arthur, please… put the gun down. You don’t need to do this.” Arthur’s eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. “Y
Riley's POV The air in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and the undeniable scent of danger. My chest tightened as I glanced around, the four guards surrounding us like wolves circling their prey. My hands trembled, and my legs felt like they might give out at any moment. I had faced enough trials in one day and I was already too tired to even continue another confrontation.I instinctively grabbed hold of the back of Jaxon's shirt as I leaned in closer to him, feeling the intimidating stares from the bodyguards that surrounded us with their huge, muscular bodies."Don't worry, Riley. I've got you. I'll keep you safe" I heard Jaxon say despite the huge amount of tension he was under.I looked at Jaxon as he remained standing in front of me, his broad shoulders squared and his head held high. His body was a solid wall of defiance and determination, shielding me from the menacing gazes of the guards. Although I could feel his intention to protect me, I could tell our s
Jaxon's POV The cold night air felt sharp against my skin as I parked my car far from the house and stepped into the shadows. I kept my eyes on the road ahead to make sure I was a safe distance from where Riley was being held by my father.I checked my phone once again to make sure the tracker signaling Riley was still up ahead was still working despite being a considerably distance from town.I sent Chloe a text, updating her of where I've gotten and told her to be on standby because I had a feeling I might need her.I couldn't tell just how this rescue operation might go and I didn't want to take the risk of putting Riley's life in more danger than it already was.The safe house stood in the distance, surrounded by tall trees and an eerie silence that settled heavily in the atmosphere that almost made me shudder.I took quiet steps as I surveyed the environment to look for a good entry point where I was sure I won't be seen or detected by my father's goons.Thanks to all the James
Riley's POV I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my fingers brushing against the worn fabric of the blanket beneath me. My mind churned as I tried to piece together where I was and why Arthur Steele would have a place like this. Arthur didn’t seem like the type to hide away in secret locations. He was a man who dominated every room he entered, a master manipulator who controlled people and situations with ruthless efficiency. So why have a place like this? And more importantly, why bring me here? I rubbed my temples, the silence of the room amplifying the questions in my head. My thoughts spiraled, shifting to Jaxon. Was he looking for me? Did he know where I was? The idea that he might be out there, searching for me, gave me a small sliver of hope. My train of thought was interrupted by the abrupt sound of the door unlocking. I sat up, heart pounding, as one of Arthur’s bodyguards entered the room. He was the taller of the two, the one with the annoyed face.He thre