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I wanted to run away, to disappear and never look back

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I wanted to run away, to disappear and never look back. But then he walked in, and the atmosphere in the club shifted instantly. His presence catching attention. Rafe looked different. His new tattoos snaked down his arms, visible under the club lights and
accentuated by his short-sleeved black shirt. He had gotten even more buff, his frame now even more imposing. If that was even possible.My breath caught in my throat, and despite the tumult of emotions, I couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction. It was a magnetic pull, one that I both feared and craved, making my heart race and my legs weak.
He made his way toward our table, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto mine. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and something else-
something that made my heart race even faster. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions I wasn't ready to confront,but I needed to.

Amara jumped up, rushing to his side and hugging him tightly.
"Everyone, this is Rafe," she announced, beaming with pride.
Of course she would be proud, he is a man every girl would be happy to have on her side.

The group greeted him warmly, but all I could do was stare. Was I dreaming?

Rafe's eyes never left mine, even as he greeted everyone around the table. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth but laced with something so dangerous.
"It's nice to meet you all," he said, his gaze flickering to me briefly before continuing in a low tone
that only I could hear, "especially you."

I forced a smile, trying to act casual.
"Nice to meet you, Rafe."

He sat down and without hesitation Amara made herself comfortable on his lap, her arms draped around his shoulders, and his face nuzzled in the into the curve of her neck.They looked so comfortable together, like they had done this a thousand times before, and it twisted something deep inside of me.

I craved that. For so long, I had wanted nothing more than to be the one in Rafes arms, to feel his warmth.

I forced myself to focus on the conversation around the table, but I couldn't help stealing glances at them. Amara was laughing at something Rafe had whispered in her ear, and the sound of it grated on me.

Sofia leaned over to pour herself another drink, catching my eye in the process. She raised an eyebrow, silently asking if I was okay. I gave her a tight smile and a small nod. As the conversation continued, I kept waiting for Rafe to look at me again, to acknowledge my presence. But he was completely focused on Amara, his hands casually resting on her hips, his fingers brushing against the small of her back. The sight of them together made me feel sick, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

What was his plan? Was he here to taunt me, to remind me of what we once had? Or was this all just an act, a way to get close enough to strike? I couldn't tell. But every minute he spent with Amara, every second he pretended to be the perfect boyfriend, made me more and more certain that something bad was going to happen.

But what if it wasn't just about revenge? What if, despite everything, there was still
something between us? I shook my head, trying to clear those
thoughts. It didn't matter what I felt or what I wanted. All that mattered now was keeping everyone safe.

I quickly pulled out my phone, navigating to the private chat between me and my friends
-the one we used only for emergencies. The group consisted of JJ, Pope, Kie, Sarah and John, of course. I sent a hurried message, my heart starting to race as I typed.

Anna: Guys, Rafe is here. I don't know what he's planning, but it can't be good. I don't think I can get out of here so you guys need to leave the country as quickly as possible. Without me. Be careful. Stay alert.

I hit send and waited, my breath catching in my throat. But as the seconds ticked by, my phone remained frustratingly silent. No replies, no signs that they had even seen the message. I checked the chat again, watching for the read receipts to pop up, but there was nothing. The messages hung there, unanswered.

Panic started to bubble up inside me. Why weren't they responding? I knew they were all home tonight. They should have seen my messages by now.

Desperately, I tried again, sending more messages, each one more frantic than the last.

Still nothing. My heart sank as I stared at the empty chat, dread clawing at my insides. Were they in danger already? Had Rafe gotten to them first? A dozen scenarios flashed through my mind, each one worse than the last, and all of them leading back to the same terrible conclusion: this might be the end.

Rafe glanced in my direction, his eyes locking onto mine. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something-recognition, maybe even a hint of the old connection we used to share. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold, distant mask he wore so well.

He gave me a quick nod towards the dance floor, signaling for me to leave the VIP section.





He gave me a quick nod towards the dance floor, signaling for me to leave the VIP section

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If you don't like the whole „tattoo thing" then just imagine his looks your way 🫶🏻

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