All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The moment the words left my mouth, the room shrank. The air thickened, pressing against my chest, suffocating.Luca’s expression didn’t change at first. His body remained tense, rigid. But his hands—his hands flexed at his sides like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower.The silence between us stretched, sharp as a blade.Then—quiet. Too quiet.“What did you just say?”I swallowed hard. “You heard me.”“Say it again.”His voice was different now. Dark. Cold. A warning wrapped in a command.My breath shook as I forced myself to look at him. “My father owed Matteo a debt.”Luca exhaled sharply through his nose, but it wasn’t relief. It was something closer to rage.“And you knew,” he said flatly.I opened my mouth. Closed it. What was I supposed to say? That I had been drowning in this secret, knowing it would destroy us? That I had spent months fearing this exact moment?That I had fallen for him despite knowing how this would end?I hesitated too long.Luca let out a sh

The moment Luca walked away, the air in my room felt thinner.Like he’d taken every ounce of oxygen with him.Like he’d taken me with him.I stood there for a long time, staring at the closed door, trying to breathe past the tightness in my chest.But the panic had already settled.He knew.I had spent months, months, trying to keep this secret buried. I had convinced myself that if I just played my cards right, if I stayed quiet, if I did everything I could to keep my head down, I could outrun the inevitable.But there was no outrunning Luca Russo.And now that he knew, everything was going to change.I sat down on the edge of my bed, my hands shaking as I pressed my fingers to my temples. My brain was already spiraling through the worst possibilities.Would he tell someone?Would he go after Matteo?Would Matteo find out that Luca knew?The last thought sent ice through my veins.If Matteo even suspected that I had talked, that I had said anything—No.I couldn’t let myself think li

I needed to hit something.I needed to feel the burn in my knuckles, the sting of impact, something that hurt as much as the betrayal lodged deep in my chest.Sienna knew. She had known for months. And she hadn’t told me.The girl I trusted—the girl I wanted more than anything—had been keeping secrets about the one thing I could never forgive. My father. His debt. The chains he wrapped around people, forcing them to bend until they broke.I stormed across campus, barely registering where I was going until I shoved open the doors to the gym. The space was mostly empty except for a couple of guys on the treadmills and some freshmen half-assing their lifts. None of them mattered.I zeroed in on the punching bag in the corner and walked straight to it, my pulse hammering in my ears.One hit. Then another. Then another.My fists landed over and over, each impact reverberating up my arms, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.How the fuck had I not seen it?I thought I knew her. Thought

I moved fast.Too fast.The halls blurred around me, faces shifting in my peripheral vision, but I wasn’t paying attention. The only thing that mattered was getting to Sienna.My mind kept replaying that damn image. The grainy security footage. The way she looked over her shoulder, like she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.And the message.You sure you know who you’re protecting, Russo?Every muscle in my body was locked tight, my blood running hot with something close to fury.Because whoever sent that email wanted me to doubt her. They wanted me to hesitate, to question where her loyalty lay.But they underestimated just how far I was willing to go for her.I took the stairs two at a time, shoving past a group of underclassmen loitering in the hallway. They barely had time to react before I was gone.I reached Sienna’s dorm and banged on the door.No answer.I tried again. Harder. “Sienna, open the damn door.”Nothing.I wasn’t in the mood to be patient.I grabbed the handle an

I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.It had started subtly—an itch between my shoulder blades, a sense of something just beyond my line of sight. At first, I thought it was paranoia. After everything with Luca, with my father’s debt, with Matteo, my nerves were frayed. It made sense that I was jumpy.But this was different.This wasn’t just a feeling.Tonight, as I walked back to my dorm, I knew I wasn’t imagining things.The campus was quiet, most students already inside. The lamps lining the pathway flickered, casting eerie shadows against the trees. I forced myself to walk normally, to breathe evenly, even though my heart was slamming against my ribs.Then I heard it.A footstep.Close. Too close.I whirled around.No one.My breath came fast and shallow. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe—The snap of a twig.Behind me.I didn’t think. I ran.I sprinted the last hundred feet to my dorm, fumbling for my keycard, shoving it into the scanner with shaking fingers. The lock beeped,