Sammi POVTwo weeks. That’s how long it’s been. Two weeks since that Halloween party, and three weeks since Grayson left, and I've been living in a constant state of denial and pain. I try to convince myself every day that I’m okay, that I’m moving on, that I’ve pushed him out of my mind—but it’s all a lie. Every night, I break down, sobbing into my pillow, wondering how it all went so wrong. A part of me still clings to this ridiculous hope that he’ll come back, that there’s some kind of messed-up explanation for everything.I don’t want to hope, but I can’t stop.“Sammi.” Zade’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He sits down in front of me, watching me as I halfheartedly move the brush across the canvas. “Sammi, look at me!” he snaps, and I meet his eyes, startled by the intensity in them. “You’re late. Joel and Zak got all the Christmas stuff out for you the day after Halloween. It’s sitting there, untouched.”His words hang in the air, but I don’t respond. How can I? It’s true. T
Grayson POVI’ve been standing in the distance, hidden in the shadows, waiting, watching. I got here early, long before anyone else, hoping that somehow she would show up. The hours have dragged on, filled with laughter and cheer as the lights on the Christmas tree were switched on, the crowd celebrating the beginning of the holiday season. But Sammi… she never came.Each minute that passed, my hope began to falter. Every second I scanned the crowd, searching for her, I felt like I was slipping further away from her. She loves Christmas, she wouldn’t miss this. Not after everything, not after knowing how much this night meant to us. But as the crowd thinned, I realized with a sinking heart that maybe she wasn’t coming at all.A sense of defeat hit me, hard and cold. Maybe she’s really done with me. Maybe she’s moved on, believing the lies her brothers told her. For the first time in a long time, I feel lost—truly, hopelessly lost.I was about to turn and leave, my heart heavy in my ch
Sammi POVI stare at the ring in the box, blinking in disbelief. Gray just proposed. The man who I thought had left me in pieces, who I thought had betrayed me, is here, asking me to spend the rest of my life with him. He’s looking at me with such hope, such desperation. Slowly, I nod, even though my heart is pounding with fear of what this could mean when my brothers find out.“Yes,” I whisper, my voice fragile, trembling. I can’t believe this is real, but I want it to be. I want it so badly, despite everything.Gray slips the ring onto my finger, his touch soft yet grounding, and then he pulls me against him. I lean into his chest, holding him tightly as if I could melt into him, and for a moment, everything feels right. I breathe him in, clinging to the warmth of his body, the solidness of him. He’s here. He’s real. All the nightmare of these past three weeks—it was all a lie built by my brothers, a cruel betrayal I never saw coming.“I want to stay here forever, Angel,” he whisper
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
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
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
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
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