“Break Up or Die”
Hazel’s POV
“I’m just going to Mia’s place,” I told Alex that evening, grabbing my purse.
He looked up from his laptop. “Text me when you get there.”
I nodded with a small smile. “I will.”
But I never made it.
I barely got halfway down the street before a black van screeched beside me. A sack was thrown over my head. Arms grabbed me. Voices shouted.
Then—darkness.
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I woke up on a cold leather chair.
Dim light. A desk. A small camera. And him.
Evan.
He stood across the room, hands in his pockets, eyes cold.
“Evan?” I choked out, heart racing. “What the hell is this?!”
“You made me do this,” he said quietly.
“You kidn*pped me?! Are you insane?”
“I’m tired of waiting,” he said calmly. “You were supposed to see Alex for what he is. Cold. Controlling. Danger
