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Grayson POVI stand still, my hand gripping Sammi’s trembling form. Zade’s eyes are locked on me, burning with unspoken accusations, just waiting for the chance to tell me to leave. He thinks he’s in control, but the truth is, whatever happens now, Sammi will hold him responsible. If I walk away, she’ll blame him.“Go to bed, Sammi. We’ll talk tomorrow. It’s late,” Zade orders, sinking into a chair like he’s already won.But Sammi stands her ground, her voice stronger than her shaking body. “Gray is coming with me,” she snaps back, and I see Zade’s eyes widen, momentarily caught off guard. “It’s either that, or I leave with him.”She sounds confident, but I can feel her anxiety radiating through her, each tremble screaming that she’s fighting a war inside. A war where she doesn’t believe she’s strong enough.“Fine,” Zade mutters through clenched teeth. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”Sammi doesn’t waste a second. She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room like she’s dragging herself
Your Dad's Perfect Hurting Him
Grayson’s POVZade turns his head, briefly glancing at me before dismissively looking away. He takes a slow drink, savoring the moment, and sets his glass down with an air of indifference.“You ready to talk?” he asks calmly, as if nothing is wrong. But I’m already moving, my fist connecting with his face before he even finishes his sentence. The force of the punch knocks him backward, and I don’t stop. I leap forward, climbing on top of him, fists flying, driven by a rage that I can’t control. He fucking broke her! I thought she was damaged before, but now—now this is tearing me apart, setting fire to everything inside me.Rough hands grab me, yanking me back, but I thrash against their hold, screaming. “You’re fucking dead!” My voice is a raw, animalistic roar as I fight to break free. Zade, ever the cold bastard, stands slowly, wiping the blood from his face with a towel, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.He laughs—actually laughs—and steps closer, fearless. “Feel better now that y
Your Dad's Perfect Dark Secrets
Zak stares at Zade, betrayal clear on his face. “You never said anything. And you, Grayson, kept it all quiet?”“No one needed to know. You were raised in a perfect world, never saw the darkness I did. To me, killing men who came after us was nothing. You were my family—I did what I had to do.”Joel shakes his head, disgusted. “You’re alive because of Grayson, and you still did all this? You hurt Sammi, destroyed her, knowing full well without Grayson she wouldn’t even be here.”Zade’s silence fills the room, but then he speaks again, deflecting. “This is Gray’s fault,” he mutters.My head drops. Of course, he can’t accept responsibility.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Joel asks, laughing bitterly. “Grayson stepped back, and you suffocated Sammi for years. Why? Because you were trying to protect her from something?”Zade shifts, uncomfortable. “Since Gray decided to stay clean, more people have stepped up. She’s been more at risk. And yes, her dating Grayson makes her a bigger tar
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Grayson’s POVI sit down heavily, glaring daggers at Zade across the room. My entire body is tense, and I can feel the weight of every unresolved argument between us pressing down on my shoulders. Joel slides a glass in front of me, and his voice cuts through the simmering tension like a blade.“Let’s get this sorted,” Joel begins, looking directly at me. “Starting with Sammi—and you.” His eyes bore into mine, demanding honesty. “What’s the deal there? I want the truth.”I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to snap. How many times do I have to defend myself? How many times do I have to prove what I feel for her? My hands ball into fists on the table, but I force myself to answer, keeping my voice level, even though I’m on the verge of breaking. “What do I need to do to prove to you four that I love her? I fucking begged, I cried, I said I’d rather be killed than live without her! What more do I need to do?”Zade, sitting there with his goddamn smugness, mutters under his breath, “To be
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Sammi’s POVWhen I wake up, I know Grayson is staring at me. I don’t have to open my eyes to feel the weight of his gaze, so intense, so heavy, like he’s trying to will me back to reality. The tension in my chest tightens as anxiety swirls through me. I shift under the covers, instinctively pulling them up to hide my body, even though it won’t help. I can’t escape the feeling of being exposed. He sighs quietly, and the sound makes my heart ache.“Angel,” his voice comes out so soft, so tender, that it almost breaks me right there. There’s something in the way he says it, like he’s trying to reach me, trying to pull me back from wherever I’ve drifted. I want to cry, but I can’t—I’m too stuck in this whirlwind of disbelief. Is this real? Am I even here? Or is this some dream, some strange fantasy where I’m with Grayson again? It feels fragile, like it could shatter at any second. I’m lost, somewhere deep in my mind, and maybe that’s for the best. Because if this is all a dream, I want t
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Sammi POVZade clears his throat, and when I glance at him, I see something I’m not used to—remorse. His eyes are dark, shadowed by guilt. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice low. “I’ve treated you and Grayson like the enemy. It was wrong, cruel, and there’s no defending what I did. Everything could have been resolved if I’d just spoken up. Instead, I suffocated you, pushed Grayson away, and tore apart your life.”I blink, stunned. My eyes flit around the room, noticing the tension that hangs in the air. No one’s glaring at Grayson anymore—if anything, the anger is directed at Zade. I glance at his face and notice the bruising, the black eye, the split lip. Then, I look at Grayson’s knuckles, red and swollen. They fought? I’ve never seen them fight before.“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Zade continues, his voice cracking slightly. “I thought I was protecting you, but really, I was just trying to hurt Grayson. I ignored everything I should’ve dealt with. I know you won’t understand it all
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Sammi POVHis eyes hold mine with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low. “Now, this is how it’s going to be. I don’t care if you object, if you disagree. This is happening. Okay?”“Why ask me if I don’t get a choice?” I mutter, trying to find some semblance of control, but he just smirks.“Exactly. No choice.” He leans in, kissing me softly, but there’s a heat behind the kiss that stirs something inside me, something that I’ve been trying to bury. I watch as he steps behind me, his hands moving to the mirrors in the room, pulling away the sheets I’ve draped over them. My heart races, panic flooding my system again as the mirrors are uncovered. I haven’t looked at my reflection in weeks.My eyes widen as he exposes the glass, and I want to scream, to turn away. “Yes, I noticed,” Grayson says quietly, watching my reaction. “Now listen to the rules.”“Rules?” I say, my voice trembling. “Rules imply they can be broken, which means I don’t have
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