Kade

They say there are lines you don’t cross.

Fuck that.

Fallon is twenty-eight. Married. My teacher. And I see what nobody else does—the bruises hidden beneath clothes, the fear in her beautiful eyes, the way her husband is systematically breaking her. He thinks he’s untouchable.

He’s wrong. I’m my father’s son. Violence is my birthright, and I’ve been waiting my whole life to find something worth bleeding for. Turns out, I’d rather kill.

This isn’t a love story.

This is a murder confession.

Fallon

My husband is going to kill me.

Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually.

I had resigned myself to that fate until Kade Stone walked into my classroom. He’s everything I shouldn’t want but the only thing that makes me feel alive. I should stop this. I’m the adult, the teacher, the one who should know better. But when he touches me, I forget about consequences. Age gaps. Wedding rings. Every reason this is wrong.

My husband is killing me slowly.

And Kade?

He’s just making me feel something before I go.