Sammi’s POVSitting with Willow, I listen as she talks about the elderly man she’s become attached to at work. I can already see the fear etched into her face, the worry that he’s not going to make it. It’s always the same with her. No matter how much I tell her not to get too close, she does. Every time. And every time, it ends the same way—heartbreak. But I know better than to try and stop her; Willow always leads with her heart.We’ve talked for a short while about Grayson and my brothers, but when she noticed the ring on my finger, it opened up an entirely new conversation—one filled with questions I wasn’t ready to answer. The truth is, I wasn’t prepared to be proposed to. Moments before, I had technically been single, and now... everything felt surreal. Willow, on the other hand, seemed convinced that the wedding was a done deal. She had already made me promise that she’d be my maid of honor and started planning everything in her head.I tried to argue, telling her that none of
Sammi’s POVI come to feeling dazed and numb. My head is pounding, each throb sending waves of pain through my skull, and I groan involuntarily. There’s a fog settling over my thoughts, but I try to piece together what happened. Slowly, I become aware of my surroundings—the cold, hard surface beneath me. My hands are tied behind my back, the rough scrape of the rope biting into my skin.Am I still on the floor of the kitchen?No. This surface feels too gritty, like concrete, not tile. I force myself to breathe deeply, trying to stay calm, though the ache in my head makes it hard to focus. Something is terribly wrong. My mind scrambles through fragments of memory. I was tricked. It wasn’t Grayson’s father. The man lied. Whoever he was, he knew exactly what to say to get inside.I groggily blink my eyes open. The ground beneath me is uneven, littered with dirt and debris. I’m definitely not inside anymore, or if I am, there’s no roof. As my senses return, I feel the sting of grazes on m
Grayson POVI burst into the house, heart pounding, shouting Sammi’s name as I tear through every room, my panic rising with every second of silence. “Sammi!” My voice echoes through the empty space. Nothing.I reach the dining room, and that’s when I see it—a glass sitting on the table, barely touched. I freeze, staring at it, my heart racing in my chest.“Is she here?” Zade’s voice comes from behind me, but my focus is locked on the glass. I lift it, bringing it to my lips. A familiar taste hits me instantly.“He was here,” I whisper, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. The only person who drinks that is him. My father. The fact that the glass is there, untouched, feels like a deliberate taunt, like he’s mocking me. My hands shake as I put it down.Zade walks past me and into the kitchen, scanning the room. I see him bend down and pick up a shard of a broken cup. “What’s this?” Joel asks, walking in from the other room, holding up a small box.I take it from him, my stoma
Grayson’s POVI can hardly believe that my own family did this to her. The thought makes my blood boil. As I look over Sammi’s fragile form, I see the angry scrapes and cuts covering her body. Her skin is marred with bruises, and there’s a deep gash on her head that will likely need stitches. It’s hard to see her like this, knowing the pain she’s in, both physically and emotionally.“You killed him,” she whispers softly, her voice almost lost in the silence. I meet her gaze and nod, my expression hardening.“I would kill anyone for you, Angel,” I say with a fierceness that surprises even me. “You should know that by now.” My eyes shift to Zade, narrowing as I stare him down. He blanches under my gaze, his face going pale. He’s not immune to what I’m capable of either. If he ever tries to keep us apart, I wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to him. Even if it means she hates me for it, I’d still find a way to be with her.“He gets it, Gray, stop glaring at him,” Joel interjects with a chu
Grayson’s POVI sit her down on the stool and quickly make her a drink, trying to calm my racing thoughts. My hands are shaking as I hand it to her, and I can feel the tension simmering between us. I know I’ve terrified her. Hell, I scared myself. She was gone, and I thought I’d lost her. The panic took over before I could think clearly. I didn’t consider the fact that she was there, watching the whole thing unfold. All I could think about was making sure she was safe—that he would never hurt her again.“Gry,” I hear my mother’s voice behind me. The sound grates on me, and I can’t help but groan.“Don’t fucking call me that!” I snap, hating the nickname more than ever. He used to call me that. Every time I hear it, it’s like he’s right there, haunting me all over again. I look up at her, my voice catching in my throat. “What the hell happened to you?” I ask, walking over, my eyes scanning her face.“It doesn’t matter,” she says softly, avoiding my gaze. But it does matter. Her eye is
Sammi’s POVI had no idea Grayson had siblings. He’s had told me about his father—about the torment and what he had endured—but he never once mentioned a brother or a sister. Yet they are here.As Grayson sits with his mother in the next room, caught in quiet conversation, I find myself with Zade and Izzy. His family are warm, inviting, and kind, but there’s a tension in the air I can’t shake. Does Izzy know? Does she know what happened to her father? Does she know Grayson killed him? The thought keeps me on edge, the weight of that knowledge pressing down on me like a storm waiting to break.Zade seems to pick up on it, glancing at me every now and then as we chat, his expression curious, cautious. After a few minutes of polite small talk, he gently takes Izzy by the arm, murmuring something about explaining to her the position at the spa. It’s a welcome distraction, and I appreciate the break. I can’t help but wonder if he’s sparing me, sensing the turmoil beneath my surface.I’m st
Sammi POVAs I reach for the spoon again, a mischievous thought crosses my mind, and I dip it into the ice cream, dragging the cold spoon along my leg, making myself shiver.“Oops,” I whisper innocently, my eyes lifting to meet his with a playful glint. I can feel the tension between us simmering, thick in the air, and Grayson’s gaze narrows as he takes in the sight of me.“Why are you trying to seduce me, Angel?” His voice is low, teasing, yet edged with something darker, something more primal. His finger traces over the trail of ice cream on my leg, and without breaking eye contact, he leans down, licking it off, the warmth of his tongue sending a shiver through me. I hadn’t expected him to react like this, but the way his eyes burn into mine makes me want to push the boundaries a little further.Smirking, I grab the spoon again, letting another cold drip of ice cream run down my leg, watching his expression carefully. There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but it’s quickly swa
Grayson’s POV“In my defense...” I trail off, running a hand through my hair, trying to collect my thoughts. Sammi had completely made me forget about where we were and who else was in the house. Zade stands there, just staring at me. His expression is a mix of shock and disgust, his eyes wide, as if he’s struggling to believe what he just witnessed.My mouth opens again, but no words come out. What can I say? I didn’t expect anyone to come in. It’s late. Everyone was supposed to be asleep.“Fuck, I feel sick,” Zade mutters, stumbling to grab a glass from the counter. He fills it with whiskey and downs it in one go, like he’s trying to wash away the image burned into his brain.I can’t help it. A chuckle escapes me. “It’s not that bad.”Zade glares at me, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, is it not? Let me go get your sister so you can see how it feels.” His voice is laced with mockery, and I can’t help but cringe at the thought. Yeah, okay, he has a point.“Okay, I get it. I apologize. I wasn