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Six years ago
Graduation night tasted like cheap liquor and freedom.
Kaci laughed too loudly, her head light, the music vibrating through her bones as she leaned against the balcony rail. The beach house was packed—sweaty bodies, clinking cups, fireworks exploding over the ocean like the world was celebrating just for them.
Eighteen. Finally.
“Kaci.” Klaus’s voice cut through the noise, warm and unsteady in a way she wasn’t used to.
She turned and found him closer than she remembered, dark eyes glassy, grin crooked. He smelled like rum and salt air and something dangerous that had always belonged only to him.
“You’re drunk,” she said, pointing at him, swaying just a little herself.
“So are you,” he shot back, lifting her cup with a smirk. “I counted.”
She should’ve walked away. She knew that. Alcohol had a way of loosening the rules she’d built her life around—especially the biggest one.
Don’t cross the line with Klaus.
But tonight the line was already blurred.
They drank more. Too much. Laughed at nothing. The years of almosts and not-quites hummed between them, louder with every sip. When the fireworks started, Klaus’s hand found the small of her back, steadying her as the crowd surged.
Neither of them moved away.
“You ever think about leaving?” she asked suddenly, staring out at the dark ocean.
“All the time,” he said. His thumb brushed her skin, slow and absent. “You?”
She nodded. “Every day.”
Their eyes met, something unspoken cracking open between them—years of restraint giving way under alcohol and longing and the weight of what tonight meant.
Graduation. Endings. Beginnings.
When Klaus took her hand this time, it felt inevitable.
Inside his room, the noise faded into a dull thrum. Kaci’s heart pounded so hard she thought he might hear it. Klaus stopped in front of her, swaying slightly, his expression unguarded in a way she’d never seen before.
“We shouldn’t,” he said quietly.
“I know,” she whispered.
But neither of them stepped back.
They kissed like they were drunk—messy, desperate, all the feelings they’d buried finally spilling free. Klaus broke away once, forehead resting against hers, breath uneven.
“Kaci,” he murmured, like a warning and a prayer. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she said, voice shaking. “With you.”
That stopped him.
Whatever battle he was fighting inside himself, alcohol and years of wanting won. He treated her gently, reverently, like he understood exactly what she was giving him. She trusted him completely—her first, the boy who’d always protected her, the one person she’d never been afraid of.
Later, the world was quiet.
Kaci lay curled against him, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow as sleep dragged him under. The alcohol weighed heavy, his arm loose around her waist.
She smiled softly, thinking—Maybe this doesn’t have to ruin us.
Then Klaus shifted.
His fingers tightened briefly, not tender now—distant. His voice was low, slurred, wrong.
“…you shouldn’t be here,” he muttered.
Kaci stilled.
He turned his head slightly, eyes still closed. “I told you… it’s over. You need to go.”
Her chest constricted. “Klaus?”
He didn’t hear her. Didn’t see her.
He said another name instead.
The world cracked open.
Kaci slipped out from under his arm, shaking as she dressed with trembling hands. She stood there for a moment, watching the boy she loved sleep—already gone from her in every way that mattered.
She didn’t wake him.
She didn’t say goodbye.
Kaci slipped into the hallway barefoot, her heart still stuttering in her chest.
The house was quieter now, the party burned down to embers—low music, distant laughter, bottles clinking somewhere below. She moved carefully, every step feeling too loud, like the walls might scream what she’d just lost.
She reached the top of the stairs when voices drifted up from the living room.
Male. Low. Sharp.
She froze.
“…can’t keep pretending this is nothing,” someone said. “Not with his father gone.”
Kaci’s hand tightened around the banister.
“That’s exactly why it has to be tonight,” another voice replied. Older. Colder. “Graduation or not, Klaus doesn’t get to delay this anymore.”
Her stomach twisted.
She leaned closer, pulse roaring in her ears.
“He’s ready,” the man continued. “The territory’s already shifting. The Colombians are watching. So are the Méndez brothers. If Klaus doesn’t step in now, we’ll look weak.”
Step in where?
Someone scoffed. “The boy doesn’t want it.”
“That stopped mattering years ago.”
A pause. The clink of ice in a glass.
“He’s the Moreno heir,” the voice said flatly. “Blood decides. By the end of summer, Klaus takes control. Boss in name and execution.”
Kaci’s breath caught painfully in her throat.
Boss.
Not rumors. Not exaggeration. Not just whispered fear.
Truth.
Another man laughed softly. “You saw how people move when he walks into a room. He already has it. He just doesn’t realize it yet.”
“He realizes,” the first voice said. “He’s just pretending this”—a dismissive gesture she couldn’t see—“this normal-boy fantasy still exists.”
Normal-boy fantasy.
Her knees felt weak.
Images crashed together—Klaus walking her home, Klaus standing between her and her mother’s drunken rage, Klaus bleeding once and brushing it off like it meant nothing. The way people always moved aside for him. The way danger seemed to orbit him.
The way he’d looked at her like she was something soft he wasn’t allowed to keep.
“And the girl?” someone asked. “The redhead?”
Kaci’s heart slammed violently.
“She’s nothing,” the voice said. “Temporary. He knows better than to mix sentiment with business.”
A slow, cold understanding settled into her bones.
She hadn’t just crossed a line.
She’d stepped into a world that would never let her stay.
Kaci backed away silently, every instinct screaming. She didn’t wait to hear more. Didn’t need to. The truth pressed down on her, heavy and suffocating.
Klaus hadn’t mistaken her for someone else because she didn’t matter.
He’d mistaken her because she couldn’t.
She slipped out the front door as dawn began to bruise the sky purple and gold. The ocean roared in the distance, uncaring. Somewhere upstairs, Klaus slept—already being claimed by a future written in blood.
She wrapped her arms around herself and walked away.
By the time Klaus Moreno woke up, the girl who loved him was gone.
And by the time he became the man everyone feared, Kaci would be carrying a secret that would change them both forever.h
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