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Your Dad's Perfect Nothing Left
Grayson POVThe pain is excruciating, but it’s nothing compared to the thought of losing her. Blood drips down my chest, the wounds from the knife still fresh, burning as if the blade is still carving through my skin. My body trembles, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay upright despite the agony ripping through me.“I’m not leaving her,” I say again, my voice rough but firm. My jaw clenches, my vision blurs from the tears of pain and frustration that I refuse to let fall. “You can beat me, cut me, do whatever the fuck you want, but I’m not leaving Sammi.”Zade paces in front of me, his expression darkening with every word I say. His fists are still clenched, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. Joel Zak and Jax hover behind him, their faces twisted in grim determination. I know they won’t kill me—not after everything I’ve done for them, not after saving Zade’s life when everything was on the line. They can’t. But the way Zade’s looking at me now, it’s clear he’s not
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Grayson’s POVI drag myself to my room, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. Every step feels heavier than the last as I push the door open, knowing they’re watching, making sure I don’t do anything stupid. All I can do is play along. Leave. Make it look real so they bring Sammi back safely. After that, I’ll find a way. Somehow, I’ll figure out how to get to her, to show her that everything was a lie. It was all a setup, a twisted plan to rip us apart.I reach for the small ring Sammi gave me just two days ago. My fingers hover over it, but Zade’s voice cuts through the air like a knife.“Leave it!” he barks, his tone hard, like he’s daring me to defy him.I freeze, my hand trembling above the ring. If I leave it, she’ll think it means nothing. She’ll think we meant nothing.“I said make it look real, so fucking leave it!” Zade snaps again, his voice like ice, and my hand drops away from the ring. The pain in my chest intensifies.I grab my bag a
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Sammi’s POVThe hours stretch painfully long before we finally arrive at the hotel. Everything’s already arranged, thanks to Zade. I barely register anything—just the dull motions of getting inside, walking to my room, and collapsing onto the bed. My body feels heavy, drained. It’s not the traveling that’s exhausted me. It’s everything else. The last five days, spending every waking moment with Grayson, working, talking, being consumed by each other. Every night, he’d hold me, make love to me until I passed out, and now, in this lonely, sterile hotel room, it all feels so far away. So distant.Juliet knocks on the door, her voice soft and gentle. “Goodnight, Sammi. I’ll wake you in the morning.”I barely manage a reply, just a tired mumble as I sink into the bed, my body craving sleep, real sleep. The kind I haven’t had in days. My body gives in quickly, but it doesn’t last.The ringing of my phone drags me from sleep, and I groan, fumbling for it in my bag. My fingers are clumsy, bar
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