Chapter Five :Elena
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This was a disaster.
A complete, catastrophic disaster.
Because Rowan and Luca stood inches apart in the upstairs hallway looking like they were seconds away from killing each other.
And somehow—
It was over me.
“You need to leave,” I snapped at Rowan.
His dark eyes slid to mine instantly.
The anger there burned hot enough to make my stomach twist.
“Tell your boyfriend to stop talking.”
Luca laughed once, cold and sharp. “Or what?”
Rowan stepped closer.
The air turned violent.
Every instinct screamed at me to stop this before someone ended up bleeding.
But beneath the fear was something worse.
Excitement.
And I hated myself for it.
“You think she actually wants a guy like you?” Luca asked quietly. “You break everything you touch.”
That hit something inside Rowan.
I saw it immediately.
His expression changed—just for a second—but it was enough.
Pain.
Buried deep.
Then it vanished beneath rage.
“At least she looks at me,” Rowan said.
My breath caught.
Luca went still.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
Luca shoved him hard.
The hallway exploded into chaos.
Rowan slammed Luca into the wall instantly, fists gripping his shirt while Elena shouted at them both to stop.
They barely heard her.
Pure hatred flashed between them.
Years of rivalry.
Jealousy.
Territory.
And me standing directly in the middle of it.
Luca swung first.
Rowan dodged and punched him straight in the jaw.
I screamed.
“Enough!”
Neither listened.
They crashed into a side table, knocking over bottles and picture frames. Music downstairs continued pounding while people started noticing the fight upstairs.
Then Rowan looked at me.
One glance.
And something terrifying flickered across his face.
Because I wasn’t running to Luca.
I was staring at Rowan.
Frozen.
Breathing hard.
Like I couldn’t look away from him.
Luca noticed too.
That realization hit him like another punch.
His gray eyes darkened as he looked between us.
“No,” he said quietly.
The word wasn’t for Rowan.
It was for me.
Like he already saw the danger forming.
Like he already knew.
Rowan slowly straightened, blood at the corner of his mouth, chest rising heavily.
His gaze never left mine.
“You should go home, Elena.”
The way he said my name—
Low.
Possessive.
Almost angry.
My pulse jumped violently.
Luca moved beside me immediately, grabbing my waist protectively.
“She’s leaving with me.”
Rowan’s eyes dropped to Luca’s hand.
Something deadly flashed across his face again.
For one horrifying second, I thought he’d hit him again.
Instead Rowan smiled.
Dark.
Cold.
“You keep holding onto her that tight,” he said quietly, “because you already know you’re losing her.”
Silence.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Luca’s grip tightened painfully on my waist.
And Rowan walked away before either of us could answer.
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