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Jaxon's POV Victory tasted sweet, much better everytime I experienced it, and I savored every moment of it. Riley sat across from me, his body tense, his lips pressed together as if to hold back a thousand things he wanted to say. His hands fidgeted in his lap, betraying the cracks in his resolve. I tilted my head, watching him with cool amusement. “Well, Riley,” I said, breaking the silence, “I suppose you’ve realized now that resistance is futile.” His head snapped up, and for a brief moment, I saw the fire in his eyes, the same fire that had first drawn me to him. But it was dimmer now, smothered by the weight of his situation. “Are you happy now?” he asked, his voice low but steady. The question gave me pause, not because of its content but because of the vulnerability laced within it. Before I could respond, a tear slipped down his cheek. He was quick to swipe it away, refusing to let me see him crumble completely. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “
Riley's POVThe day was finally over, but I couldn’t shake the weight pressing on my chest. The office had emptied out, the usual hum of chatter replaced by silence. My coworkers had cheerfully said their goodbyes, their laughter fading into the elevator’s soft chime. I envied their freedom—free from humiliation, manipulation, and the unbearable weight of Jaxon Steele’s shadow. Sitting at my desk, I couldn’t bring myself to pack up. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind running in circles over the events in Jaxon’s office. That smug look on his face, the contract, the betrayal—it all replayed like a nightmare. “Riley?” Chloe’s voice broke through the haze. I flinched, not realizing she was still here. She stood beside my desk, her bag slung over her shoulder, concern etched into her face.“You’ve been weird since you came back from Jaxon’s office,” she said, folding her arms. “What happened? Did he say something to you?” I tried to put on a fake smile but it was too
Riley's POV Now that I was alone, everything felt dark and bleak, as if there was no point in anything I was doing. I had been reduced to a puppet, Jaxon's bloody puppet, and I had no other choice than to go with whatever he wanted, no questions asked.I wondered why I had not ran away the moment I discovered how much of a psychopath he was, but I guess a little part of me sort of enjoyed fooling around with my boss.How stupid I was.I made my way downstairs, the elevator ride feeling unbearably long. By the time I stepped into the lobby, the evening air seeped in through the glass doors, its chill wrapping around me. Shit, how long had I spent crying upstairs?I hadn't expected to be met with this sort of darkness, at least not by this time.I pulled my coat tighter and fished out my phone, ready to book an Uber and put this day behind me. However, the app spun endlessly, refusing to connect. “Seriously?” I muttered, refreshing the screen. The bar circled in a loop, mocking
Riley's POV I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this scared, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. There was no way to predict what these men wanted, or what they were going to do. I tried to steady my breath, consciously slowing the panicked gasps that wanted to escape. The man in front of me—the tallest of the three—stepped closer. I could see the glint of something sharp in his hand, though I didn’t dare look too closely. His eyes narrowed as he sized me up, and I felt a wave of nausea rush over me. "Are you a worker at Steele Company?" he asked.I didn’t hesitate to answer, my voice betraying my fear. "Yes," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady, "I work there." The man’s lips curled into a sly smile, and the two others behind him did the same. My stomach turned at the sight. There was something malicious in their grins, something that told me I was in deeper trouble than I had initially thought. "Steele Company, huh?" the man mused. "That’s interesting." I
Jaxon's POV The hum of the engine reverberated through the car as I leaned back in my seat, my eyes filled quiet satisfaction. The day had been a long one, but the result—my result—was undeniable. Riley was finally under my control. The victory felt almost too easy. I glanced at the contract resting on my lap. Riley had signed it, and with that signature, he had sealed his fate. Riley had tried to resist, but it had been futile. All it had taken was a few calculated moves—threats, humiliation, and the right amount of leverage—and Riley had been broken. It was beautiful, really. How swiftly everything had fallen into place. I shifted in his seat, my fingers still gripping the edges of the contract, and glanced out the window. The city lights flashed by in a blur of color, but my mind was elsewhere. I remembered Riley’s face—those moments of defiance, of anger, before he had finally given in. And then the last look Riley had given me before signing the contract: resignation. A
Jaxon’s POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the interior of my sleek, black Mercedes as I leaned back in the leather seat, my jaw clenched in irritation. I thought buying a hot cup of beverage from a local drive-in would sooth the anger in my chest, but I had been wrong.The dashboard clock blinked back at me—9:23 PM. The streets outside were cloaked in shadows, lit only by flickering streetlights as we drove by.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath. Steven, who perhaps had the same thought and frustration as I did, glanced at me from the corner of his eye. He knew better than to interrupt my thoughts, especially when I was fuming. I wasn’t supposed to be here. My day had ended hours ago, yet here I was, dragged back to the office because Alexis, the one person I literally cannot say no to, had thrown a fit over her damn Russian cookies that I had forgot back at the office. I’d screamed at her twice in my head today, but as always, I couldn’t bring myself to
Riley’s POVA throbbing ache in my cheek jolted me awake. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, like someone hammering nails into my skull. I groaned, the sound escaping my lips involuntarily as my senses slowly came back to me. My face felt heavy, and when I raised a trembling hand to touch it, my fingertips brushed against something unfamiliar—a bandage. What the hell? Blinking, I tried to sit up, but my body protested, stiff and sore. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I realized I wasn’t in my apartment. The room around me was massive, the kind of space you only saw in expensive home magazines.Where am I? Panic flared in my chest as my memories rushed back. The dark alley. The three men. Their laughter as they mocked me and took everything.My stomach churned. I searched for my phone, my hands shaking as I finally found it lying on the sleek glass nightstand. Unlocking it, I went to my banking app, my breath hitching. The balance stared back at me: $0.00. Gone.
Riley’s POVWhen I opened my eyes the next morning, the dull aches in my body reminded me that last night wasn’t just some nightmare. Every movement sent sharp reminders through my muscles, and the throb in my cheek made me wince. My hands found the bandage still stuck firmly to my skin, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to wallow in the helplessness of it all. The events of the night before replayed in my mind—the dark alley, the cruel laughter of those men, and the humiliation of being overpowered and robbed.My fists clenched at the memory, and an anger I rarely let surface bubbled within me. I hated feeling weak. If only I’d been stronger. If only I could’ve fought back. If only I hadn’t been so easy to take down. The thought sent another pang of humiliation through me. But then, another memory crept in, one that felt even more surreal. Jaxon.The man I loathed had been the one to save me. And not just save me—he’d gone so far as to send me... I grabbed my phone
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